Chapter 135 All Alone

• CLINT’s POV
• I slumped onto the barstool, my back hunched over, and my head hung low. My hands shook slightly as I picked up the wine glass, the deep red liquid sloshing around inside. I brought the glass to my lips and chugged the wine down, hoping the alcohol would take away the crushing weight of my depression.
• As the alcohol burned down my throat, I could not help but repeatedly replay the conversation with Keira. I knew it would be difficult, but I never expected it to be this bad. The pain in her eyes as she cried, the hurt and betrayal she must have felt, made me feel sick.