Daniel

I took a deep breath after swallowing my second glass of bourbon. The memories felt like daggers piercing the flesh of my heart over and over again. I hated that they still held so much power over me. After all the time that had passed, the memories still tortured me. She still tortured me.  

    “It’s a little early for a drink, don’t you think?”  

    I looked up at Antonio, who took a seat across from me by the bar. “You want one?”  

    “Fuck, yes.” 

    I snorted and poured my brother a drink while refilling mine.  

    That was another thing I hated about all this—everyone knew. Everyone knew who Viola...