Cole
The whiskey burned as it slid down my throat, but it didn’t do a damn thing to clear my head. I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, my eyes scanning the club.
The music thumped, people laughed, drank, danced... but for me, it was just noise.
Noise to drown out Yasmin. From the very instant her absence dawned on me, I couldn’t breathe properly.
Philip had warned me against excessive drinking after I came to work looking so dead.
Sarah had sent me messages about how she hated me and how she would file for abuse the moment she returned from Las Vegas. Well, I bluntly didn’t give a f**k.
But Yasmin had made me do things. I told myself she meant nothing—not when she was alive, and certainly not now that she was dead. She had been nothing but an object bought by Dad to help me focus
