I had left the hospital early and spent the rest of the day in a bar, drinking myself to a pulp, sleeping it off, and waking up with a debilitating headache. Yet, I was still unwilling to return home too soon, and very angry with Kent.
The day sped by. And as it got pretty late, the bartender gave me a note. It was time to leave.
I could see the rain ravaging the space outside. It came down in long, shivering lines across the windshield as I drove home, the city lights bending and warping behind the droplets.
I didn’t feel the cold. I didn’t feel anything. Not anger, guilt, or even the thunder of regret that should have been screaming in my chest for all the evil thoughts that crossed my mind.
Kent wanted out. He was going to break up our partnership of many years, just because of som
