Jason’s POV
The morning light crept through the blinds like an unwanted guest, thin, pale, and cold. It cut through the half-open curtains, slicing across my face and pulling me into a world I didn’t want to wake up to.
My head throbbed, but it wasn’t from alcohol. It was from everything that had happened last night, the noise, the whispers, the look on her face when she said it. I can’t do this anymore.
Her voice kept echoing in my head like a curse.
I sat up slowly, the sheets tangled around my legs, and let my eyes adjust to the dimness. The room was a mess. The tie I had worn to the dinner was crumpled on the floor, half-soaked in spilled bourbon.
A button from my shirt had snapped clean off, lying beside the glass I had thrown against the wall hours ago. The smell of whiskey, p
