DEREKAnger swirled as I switched off the TV, shutting up the boring faced, annoying tone of the newscaster. I turned to glare at Philip, he ignored me, taking a drink of the brandy he'd shoplifted last night.

"Are you happy, man?" I began, knowing how much he avoided talking about it.

He heaved a weary sigh. "I'm sorry, Derek. How many times do I have to apologize before you truly know how sorry I am?"

"No apology can repair the damage you've done. My life is fucking on the verge of being ...