50. The Last Image
Juan Luis
After the conversation in the Study, I say goodbye to my children and Amelia. I need to be alone and think about everything that happened tonight. As I drive, treacherous tears well up in my eyes. Knowing that I had so much and lost it for so little is tearing me apart. Along the way, I see an open bar and decide to stop. I'm not much of a drinker, but tonight I need it. Somehow, I have to ease this pain inside me.
I find a place to park and get out. The place isn't too bad. There's live music, so I sit in a corner to drink and listen. I know drinking shouldn't be an option since I'm driving, but I'm exhausted. It feels like the world has fallen on me and won't let me breathe. I order a whiskey and down it in one gulp, then order another. This one I drink mo
