"Nolan! Let's go home!" Gianna asked.
He looked up, tipsy, rubbing his eyes. He was drinking alone in his bar. He had precisely asked no one to bother him. Who was going to face his wrath? So he looked up, struggling to hold his head still under the effect of alcohol, to see who was there to mess up with him when he was drinking to handle his messy life.
He had assumed he would feel lighter after pouring his heart in front of Sara. At least there was someone who knew about his pitiful state. But it had an adverse effect. After telling her, instead of feeling lighter, the magnitude of the situation weighed on him again. It was like he was being pushed in front of a running train, and his hands and legs were tied. He felt guilty about not telling the truth to Elise. But he couldn't dare
