Drowning in Regret

Don's POV.

The glass felt cold in my hand, but the burn of the whiskey did little to numb the fire raging inside me. I sat at the corner of the loudest, most crowded club in the city, a place I wouldn’t have been caught dead in on any other night. Yet here I was, drowning in noise and liquor, hoping it would drown out the storm in my head.

Women brushed past me, some leaning in closer than necessa