Ivan downed another cup of gin. It was late, and with each swallow, he felt more sober than before, which only deepened his frustration. His head pounded, a relentless drumming in sync with his restless thoughts about Autumn.

Where would she sleep tonight?

Was she really going through with the divorce?

Did she ever even love him?

He knew they'd had their share of fights, but he never imagined Autumn would take things this far. Though he'd been aware of her infidelity, he’d still been willing to forgive her, hoping she might reflect on her actions and seek redemption.

For the first time, his mind couldn’t shake the thought of...