28. Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Colter
“F uck,” I mutter aloud and slam my fist down atop my desk.
I reach for the rocks glass that’s been my only companion for the last twenty-four hours, and bring it to my lips. The bourbon no longer burns my throat as I drink, and I pull the glass away, holding it in the air to make sure it’s still liquor and not water.
Once it’s effectively drained, I reach for the decanter, but my hand pauses mid-way. Richard got me this as a house-warming gift when I put the deposit down on my condo. He paired it with a limited edition of his favorite bourbon, and we said cheers to my future.
I grasp the crystal decanter in my palm and bring it in for a closer look. It’s gorgeous, expensive, likely something Richard would buy for himself. A year ago, that idea would have flattered me, but now…
I balance the weight of the bottle in my hand as I lean back in the chair. I pull my arm back only to swing it forward and fling it across the room. I barely flinch as the crystal shatters against the wall of my home office.
Brown liquor drips in steady streaks down my wall to likely stain my carpet, and I numbly stare at the shards of glass peppering my floor.
“You did the right thing,” I mutter aloud to no one.
You did the right thing, I say again inside my mind, begging the words to be true. With a heavy exhale, I release another strained breath and pick up my phone to dial.