Every year since losing Katie, Owen had skipped work to spend the anniversary of her death getting plastered. It wasn’t a day he could ever imagine getting through sober.
As the fateful day approached, he’d get increasingly bad tempered, taking his rage and pain out on anyone who so much as spoke to him. How dare they be cheerful when his heart and soul were being torn apart?
But this year… He checked the calendar; that couldn’t be right! Katie’s anniversary had been last week and it hadn’t even crossed his mind! Did that mean he was finally moving on?