Drowning in Regret

He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there. Hours, maybe. Time had stopped meaning anything the moment he walked out of her hospital room.

The bar was dimly lit—just the way he liked it tonight. No fluorescent lights. No music loud enough to distract him. Just a quiet hum of chatter in the background, broken occasionally by the clink of glass or the scrape of stools. It was the kind of plac