He grabbed a bottle of scotch and a glass, then after a moment put the glass back. He ripped it open, tossing the lid behind him. As he lifted the bottle to his lips, the phone rang.
He assumed that it was her. That she'd heard the news, and that she would assume he'd be in this exact position.
He didn't have the guts to talk to her, not now. But worse, he knew he didn't have the guts to face up to her later if he did give in. So he didn't.
She actually called a few hours later.
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