The Taste of Regret

~DONOVAN'S POV~

The door to my study slammed shut behind me with more force than I intended. My hands were shaking… actually shaking…as I reached for the crystal decanter on my desk.

The amber liquid sloshed against the glass as I poured myself three fingers of whiskey.

"You're exactly like your mother."

Valerie's words echoed in my head like a death sentence. I knocked back the drink in one burn