#Chapter43
His Loss-01
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I NEVER felt so sad like this that it felt like the darkness has swallowed me, and my brain has been detached from my body. Arella stayed silent the whole ride and even inside the lift. I couldn’t even open my mouth to talk. I was completely lost and shattered.
The key fell from my hand as I fumbled it to the keyhole. I didn’t realize my hands were trembling until she gripped them.
/"Let me,/" she mumbled. Her voice laced with worry and sadness.
The moment we got inside, I made my way to the small cabinet in the kitchenette, grabbed the bottle of whiskey, and set the glass that came first to my sight. I poured a shot and glugged the amber liquid, hoping to numb the gnawing pain I felt. I ignored the burning sensation in my thickening throat and leaned on the kitchen counter for support.
