The screen door to the garage apartment slammed closed as Layne hustled through the living room. Instead of heading to the bedroom as he’d planned, he made a detour to the kitchen. Only one thing could get his mind off his problems.
Cabinet doors smacked against each other as he rummaged for a bottle of liquor. There had to be one somewhere. Anna had mentioned once before that this was Faith’s sanctuary, just like the cottage was Heaven’s. Faith once told him how she’d been sneaking booze since she was fifteen. If this was her coveted spot, she had liquor stashed somewhere.
The last cabinet crowned the refrigerator. As the hinges on the door squeaked, they opened enough to reveal a black matte label. The white writing rang with familiarity. He’d spent enough time with a bottle of Jack to
