chapter 14: Arnold

It was the day when my wife and my son left me. Although I didn't want to return back home the same day to bring out the memories from the past but in the end, I had to take the last flight. I drank too much in the car so when I just go home, I don't remember anything about them. It was the worst day of my life and every year on this day when I left my job being a surgeon, I spent this day keeping myself more busy than ever so the memories don't rush back the present where they don't belong.

I was so drunk and barely caught my foot on the ground. Jason tried to help me but I told him to leave my luggage in my room and leave me on my own. I want to be alone and I don't need people around me, especially helping me.

I hate pity and sympathy that's why either way I don't even feel it for people.

My brain out of the zone, I stepped in the kitchen to grab another bottle of whiskey and all ready to face the worst hangover in the morning.

I tried to maintain my balance while trying hard t