 That's why I couldn't stand being home anymore. I could smell her cologne in every room. The touch of it on every chair. That's why I was at the office that night. With nobody but the bottle to keep me company. And that was the call I should have never answered. But at night, eight stories up in an empty office building, that ringing sounded urgent. Like it was the most important thing in my lonely little world. Hello? Warren. Who's this?