SILAS'S POV
I was a coward.
That's what it came down to, really. I'd spent so much time blaming everyone else… Martha, Millie, circumstances, bad luck… but the truth was simpler and more pathetic than that.
I was just a coward.
I took another drink from the bottle of whiskey on the table in front of me. It was barely noon, but what did it matter? It wasn't like I had anywhere to be. No job to go to. No reputation to uphold. Nothing left except this dingy apartment and a woman who hated me as much as I was starting to hate myself.
The TV was on but muted, showing some daytime talk show I wasn't watching. My phone sat next to the bottle, screen dark. I'd been staring at it for the last hour, working up the courage to make a call I knew I had to make.
But courage wasn't exactly my stron
