Chapter 79

　　He’d done the right thing.

　　Maybe for the first time in his life.

　　So why did he feel like shit again? Like she’d stomped on his dead heart again?

　　He’d poured himself another drink the moment she had left but he still had it in his hand fuck knew how long later. It had taken everything in him to let her walk out that door, so now he had nothing left.

　　The sound of the door closing pulled him out of his thoughts. He gulped his whiskey down and set the glass down before Phillip walked into the room. Phillip looked at the empty glass and then at him. He was now like an annoying, nagging aunty more than anything.

　　“I’m fine,” he said before Phillip could start.

　　“Okay,” Phillip shrugged. “Go and get your coat so we can go.”

　　He slouched in his chair.

　　“I’m staying home tonight. Maybe next week.”