Roxy? You here babe?" His voice echoed off the bare walls, his words slurring together. He stumbled further into the apartment,

He checked the bathroom, the spare room, even the tiny storage closet – all empty.

A single tear escaped, tracing a warm path down his cheek. Stupid, he thought, a self-deprecating laugh escaping his lips that sounded more like a strangled sob. Why'd he have so much wine? He couldn't even think clearly.

He stumbled back towards the door again, headed towards his car with the intention of heading over to Roxy's house, if she was really at home he had to see for himself.

His drunken path takes...