Abigail left the house.

The dimly lit private chamber of the bar was filled with the smell of booze. Christopher was drinking alone, sitting on the sofa. The amber glow of the liquor bottles cast a warm, enticing ambiance around him, but it couldn't quell the storm of emotions raging within him. He downed another shot, hoping the burning sensation would distract him from the turmoil of his thoughts.

His heart felt heavy as he replayed the heated argument with Abigail in his mind. He had demanded answers, seeking the truth behind her actions, but her silence had only fueled his anger and frustration. It was as if she had shut him out completely, refusing to defend herself or explain her actions.

Each sip of alcohol only intensified his internal turmoil. His insides were burning as he remembered that she had not tried to counter his accusations.