Everyone who knew Tyr loved him. He could name two hundred Slag members plus their women who would lay down their life for Tyr, for no reason. His own mother hadn't done that.
"Go. Don't come back." He turned his back on her and went inside, closing and locking the door.
Walking straight to the kitchen, he reached above the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. He downed a deep drink and put the bottle away. The burn only irritated his frustration.
He couldn't drink until he forgot. His son was sleeping in the next room.
He braced his hands on the counter and hung his head. His life was going to shit.
Tonight, he should've been with Coco.
He couldn't go to her now. She deserved more from him.