Chapter 8. Bar

As I sat on the plush barstool, the cool glass of whiskey in my hand offering little solace, I couldn't help but let my thoughts drift to Elona. It was impossible not to. She had grown into a stunning young woman, and each day, she became more captivating, more confident, and more irresistible.

The pain was still fresh in my heart, a constant reminder of the void left by Estelle, my beloved wife, who had been taken from me too soon. The warmth of her laughter, the way her eyes sparkled when she looked at me, those memories were etched into my soul. It had crushed my spirit, and I didn't know if I could ever make it without her. She was my one true love and that drunk bastard drove into her. It was a rainy evening and my wife lost her life due to that person. He died too. Unfortunately, I couldn't punish him because I was going to make him suffer in prison.

I tried to be there for my daughter, Crislynn, and I tried to be strong in front of her.