The day Julian passed, I'd gotten dead drunk.
The nurse at the hospice had alerted the family members that Julian was in his final moments and we had all gathered, even Aiden to say our goodbyes.
Afterwards, we'd parted ways, each one lost in our own world of grief and disbelief, struggling to process Julian’s passing.
Through the tears that streamed unheeded down my cheeks, I had noticed Aiden standing in the parking lot with Elisa, her arm wrapped around his waist as she murmured comforting words to him. It had served as a cold and harsh reminder that I had lost the one pillar that held my crumbling marriage together and had more than Julian's death to grieve over.
I'd planned to go home and spend a quiet evening processing my feelings, but that sight had destabilized me and I'd head
