Chapter 74
- JAKE’S P.O.V
- The bottle of whiskey almost seemed to mock me as it sat on my dining table.
- A few years ago, I would have drank the entire bottle until I forgot everything and taken the first plane out of the city- maybe even the country. I had a knack for running away from my problems. It was what I did when Marie left me for the first time. I was living in California at the time and I got on the first place to London.