Chapter 29

• Rachel slumped against the couch in the eerily quiet apartment, the one she and Nathan had dreamed of sharing. The sparse, modern space seemed to mock her now, its emptiness a harsh reminder of their failed marriage . She took a long, reckless swig of tequila from the bottle, feeling the liquor burn her throat. Her gaze drifted to the clock on the wall, and she cursed under her breath.
• “Damn!” She muttered.
• Midnight had come and gone, and she was still awake, still drinking like a fish.