Drowning in Denial

Chapter 250. What He Tells Himself

TRISTAN

The whiskey was a habit I had formed without quite noticing when it had started. I took two fingers at six every day in the evening the way some men poured coffee in the morning. It had become a ritual that marked the day's transition rather than a problem. I had told myself that problems were things other people had.

I was on my third by seven. The custo