Chapter 31 Painful Past

• "You've barely touched your drink," Sarah said quietly, her voice soft but observant.
• Vincent sat a few feet away, his eyes heavy with thoughts. The whiskey glass in his hand remained full, its amber contents glinting in the golden hue of the hotel's ambient lighting. He hadn't spoken much since they arrived.
• Instead, he had spent the better part of the evening stealing glances at Sarah-like a man haunted by everything he wanted and everything he shouldn't.