Dave had made up his mind. He was going to lock all his pain away, bury it in one place where it couldn’t reach him anymore. That’s what he thought as he got into his car, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. His mind was swimming with thoughts of Cassidy, every memory, every regret, but he was done, done with it all. He drove off, searching for a place where he could drown his sorrows, somewhere dark and noisy enough that he wouldn’t have to think.
He found himself at a bar. The dim lighting and low hum of music made it the perfect place to disappear. He walked to the counter, not even sure what to ask for at first, but it didn’t matter. “A bottle of whatever you have,” he muttered to the bartender, his voice rough.
One bottle turned into two. Two turned into four. By the tim
