Nick entered a dark empty house, all shaken from the events that had happened. Seeing her so beautiful and alive! Made his world go upside down! Now more than ever he felt that he needed a drink. Not too much too fuzzy his judgment, but enough to calm his nerves. The room he had in soon that day went into thin air. He was sobering like a priest on a Sunday morning.
He went straight to his mini-bar to pour a glass of any alcohol he would find and try to figure out his next move. He even chose not to light up the lights because he knew exactly what he was doing and where to go. Just seconds after he heard her voice, he sensed her cheap perfume and her cigarette,
"Are you becoming a lousy tippler hubby?" Pamela asked.
He gritted his teeth at hearing her. She was the last person on earth he
