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"Goodness, Mr. Martinez, at this point, I think you will drink yourself to death."
Philip's voice cut through the thick haze of alcohol and regret swirling around me, but I didn't bother looking up. I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, watching it dance under the dim lighting of my apartment.
My apartment. It never really felt like home because I never actually lived in it until after Yasmin died. It had been my abode since then, as I was too scared to have her sad eyes gnaw at me the moment I stepped foot in the mansion.
This place reeked of spilled whiskey and stale air, the curtains drawn shut as if shutting out the world would somehow drown the noise in my head.
Yasmin had been innocent. My mother, my brother, and certainly Sarah had made a big fool of me. They had orchest
