Michael Carmac is a small-town cop on the verge of a breakdown. After a split-second decision leaves an innocent child dead, Michael's reality unravels. Suffering from PTSD, he finds comfort in a bottle while struggling to find forgiveness.<br><br>Fellow officer Bertram Angel offers Michael support, and what starts as friendship turns into something deeper. Can the two men find love, forgiveness, and acceptance while moving forward and healing wounds that don't always show?

The Incident

“Yeah,” Michael sputtered over his fuzzy tongue and tried to sit up, but the room suddenly spun down then up again. He fell back with a loud groan. “Shit, I’m hungover.”


“I bet,” Angel said as he pushed Michael’s legs over then sat down next to him.


“What happened?” Michael asked as he tried again to get into a semi-vertical position. Angel’s couch was so comfortable that Michael fell back into its softness each time he struggled to get up. Since he felt as if the world was spinning in reverse, this was a particular problem.


“You drank and drank and drank some more, I guess. Shit, I thought I was hammered, but you, my friend, took it to another level.”


“What do you mean?” Michael stopped breathing. The memory of Angel’s tongue in his mouth was almost too much for him to cope with right at that moment. He wiped his hand over his mouth, telling himself it didn’t happen. It didn’t!


Chapter 5