I poured a full glass of bourbon and chugged the whole thing. Setting the glass down gently on the table, I looked at Silas for the first time since I started talking. My eyes widened as his eyes met mine, tears streaming down his face. He was rigid, except that the glass in his hand trembled slightly. Panic started to set in and I scooted closer to him on the couch. Gently taking the glass out of his hand and setting it on the table, I brushed some of the tears from his ...