I was sitting in the living room with the fire roaring before me. The blood from my hand dripped on the floor as I held my 4th glass of scotch. I broke the first three glasses after they were empty as I thought about this afternoon's events.
The elevator door signaled her arrival, and I downed the last of the amber liquid before throwing the glass into the fireplace. I started to get up but thought better of it. I was going to wait for her to come to me.
I could hear her heels clicking as she walked toward the room. They slowed down as they approached the living room. She was hesitating, and I could hear her heart racing. I could hear her take a deep breath and let it out as she whispered to herself, “It will be okay.”
It won’t be.
She started to walk again and was halfway past th
