Nolan had gotten up early that day. This was unusual enough in itself.
He had grabbed the bag lying on his desk chair. He had only decided to leave a few hours earlier. He had resolved to do it ...  [+]

"It happened again," Myriam said, as she entered the room. "I screwed up. I'm sorry."       She collapsed on the couch, head in her hands. "I just wanted a sip. I thought I had a handle on this ...  [+]