Chapter 97

A slow knock sounded on his door, the sound grating on his nerves. Sean grunted at the door, turning his chair around to stare at the sunsetting.

Trying to ignore the world around him for a week, Sean kept getting sucked back into the ever-revolving horror that was his life.

Amber took great pride in reminding him just how much he had wrecked his relationship with his girlfriend and then she left.

A hollow feeling had settled in his chest since that day.

On his desk back home, were several unfinished letters which he addressed to Chloe, hoping that writing his thoughts out loud would be better.

Maybe not.

Because in the end, Sean couldn't come up with anything that seemed fitting enough.

After all, what could he say?

Hey, I'm sorry I drove out drunk and accidentally hit your mom's car.

Abandoning the letters, Sean tried to reach out to her on her new line but he chickened out before she could pick up the phone.

Every day, as Sean urged himself to come to work he was hit with bitternes

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