The cramped car fell silent for a moment before a male voice spoke up, "Hello, I'm from the designated driver's service. Please give me your exact address, and I'll take you there."
The fog of alcohol lifted instantly. Eric opened his bloodshot eyes and snapped, "Get out."
As the door slammed shut, Eric could no longer contain a guttural roar.
Every cell of his being screamed with the realization that he had truly fallen in love with Ava.
But Ava was already gone. She died when he personally sent her to another man's bed. Dead within the first hour after he'd turned his back.
He hadn't even said goodbye, though he'd had so much to say that day.
Clutching at his pathetic pride, he'd forced indifference, refusing even a final glance.
Eric hung his head, gasping for breath, his clenche
