He was too angry for mixed drinks. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon and marched straight into the bedroom.
Thank God he’d had the foresight to change from the master into the guest bedroom. It was smaller, but not by a lot. In here he didn’t have to be reminded of anything. He could curl up in his bed, drink straight from the bottle, and watch the snow fall outside his window until the ache in his chest felt better.
* * * *
Sam looked up as Dinesh walked into his office. The poor guy had only been divorced one day, but he already looked lighter. Christmas had been hard for everyone, presumably even Ida. Now that the kids were safe, Dinesh could get on with his life. “Hey, what’s going on?” he asked.