After dropping Martier off at the cottage, Tim couldn't stand the idea of spending a beautiful Friday cooped up inside his house. He changed into jeans and a polo shirt and headed for Kentucky. The Madd Crab was a local redneck bar where cheap beer was plentiful and the karaoke on Friday was entertaining. Best of all, no one there knew about Corrine and offered him condolences or sympathetic looks—and he'd only gotten drunk there once.

He sat at the bar and listened to ...