Cole

"Goodness, Mr. Martinez, at this point, I think you will drink yourself to death."

Philip's voice cut through the thick haze of alcohol and regret swirling around me, but I didn't bother looking up. I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, watching it dance under the dim lighting of my apartment.

My apartment. It never really felt like home because I never actually lived in it until after Yasmin died. It had been my abode since then, as I was too scared to have her sad eyes gnaw at me the moment I stepped foot in the mansion.

This place reeked of spilled whiskey and stale air, the...