Chapter 6: He’s Back?
I am doomed.
Anna tossed back the whiskey like it was nothing more than water, the burn in her throat barely registering. She set the empty glass down with a dull clink and gestured for another.
The bartender shot her a disapproving glance but said nothing. With practiced indifference, he reached for a fresh glass, filling it with amber liquid that shimmered under the dim glow of the bar's overhead lamps.
Anna wrapped her fingers around the drink, but this time, she didn't rush to down it. The first glass had been to ignite a fire in her stomach, to chase away the bone-deep chill and help her loosen up. The rest? They were meant to be savored.
What else was left for her to enjoy, anyway?
How did it come to this?
She slumped over the bar, the weight of exhaustion pulling her down. Her clothes were still damp from the rain, clinging to her skin like a second layer of misery. She had no idea how she'd ended up in this bar, wandering through the city streets like a ghost—but at least she had found it.
At least here, she could forget.
Anna had been drinking for years. Ever since her father died, the only true companion she had left was the comfort of a liquor bottle. It was the only thing that never abandoned her, never lied to her, never made promises it couldn't keep.
Unlike Robert.
She had been such a fool.