Instead of heading home to his high rise condo, he decided to try a new bar he'd heard people raving about. It had a fireplace, which today would be a big plus for him. He could enjoy its warmth, have a drink and lick his wounds once and for all. Because, truth be told, it ate at him that Laura seemed to have her life under control and had moved on without so much as a ripple, while he beat himself up every day over what he could have done differently.

"Nothing," Art ...