In retrospect, it probably wasn't a good idea for Paul to sequester himself for a long weekend with nothing the meager contents of his refrigerator and a well-stocked liquor cabinet.
Three days. Three days of silence from Steven. Three days of messages from Ace. Three days of hating himself.
Paul felt like such a fool. And, worse, he knew better. He'd always known better. This was why he had rules. This never would have happened if he had followed his instincts as he'd always done.
Even if the path he'd been following led to an empty life.
Right now, though, that path looked mighty good. At least Steven was there.
Well, that damage had already been done. He hoped his brother would eventually come around and speak to him again, but his hope sank with each day of silence.
The despair w
