Bourbon

Some questions have no answer

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A lone sunbeam threads it way through the trees and illuminates the amber liquid, spreading a muted palette across the white tablecloth. Dull reds and browns, how perfect. I pick up the glass, swirl it and sniff it. The aroma stirs memories. Not good ones.

The party plays in my head like an endless film loop: Jeremy’s face zooms into the frame. “Babe, you need to try this…