Chapter 49

• Desmond sat at the corner of the dimly lit bar, an almost empty bottle of beer in front of him. His eyes were hazy, his tie loose, and his thoughts heavy. The sound of music and chatter around him.
• He lifted the bottle and sighed. “I’m sure those two… Faye and Philip… are having fun right now.” He laughed bitterly and took another gulp. “Having their perfect honeymoon while I sit here like a fool.”
• He placed the bottle down hard on the table and rubbed his forehead.