ROBERT

"Robert, stop sending me flowers! Stop sending apology notes! They won't change anything, so stop. Stop it!" Renee's voice came through from the other end of the phone the moment I pressed the answer button and held the phone to my ear.

I shivered slightly. Her call had arrived just as I was wallowing in self-pity, with a bottle of whiskey in hand and a plate of uneaten food staring blankly at me.

I’d been ready to drown myself in a sea of sadness when this phone call interrupted ...