Chapter 8

Since returning home, Lucas Ryan hadn't left the house for ten days.

He spent his days in a drunken haze, aimlessly wandering the rooms where we had once lived together.

He drank every last bottle of alcohol from the cabinet.

Once drunk, he'd sit on the floor, muttering to himself about things no one else could hear. Other times, he'd curl up with my old clothes, crying himself to sleep.

At one point, he even dug out the wedding ring he'd locked away in the back of his closet and started wearing it again.

During this time, Evelyn Snow and Mason called him incessantly. Perhaps Evelyn couldn't stand the constant ringing, because eventually, he smashed his phone against the wall.

I wasn't moved by this false display of grief.

After all, what was the point of cherishing someone only after they were gone? It was too little, too late.