Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

The pain was so intense it robbed him of breath.

Having tidied up the room, Andrew drew all the curtains and shut the windows, as if by doing so, Aubree's essence would linger a little longer.

He slumped onto the couch, the incessant ring of his phone piercing the silence. It was the Clements family calling, but he had no desire to answer.

A few empty beer bottles lay in the trash can, remnants of the past couple of days' attempts to drown his sorrows.

Sleep evaded Andrew, and he could not invite it. Every time he closed his eyes, that video played in his mind, accompanied by Aubree's pleading cries. Tears welled up in his eyes.

He made his way to the master bedroom, to the bed where they had once been so entwined.

Now, lying there, he felt every cell in his body screaming emptiness. Clutching the comforter to his chest, hugging it close, the misery ebbed slightly.

His phone continued to ring, but he just stared blankly at the ceiling, ignoring its persistent call.

After half an hour, there was a knock at the living room door.

Hope flickered in Andrew's eyes. He even splashed his face with water in the bathroom, trying to slap some life into his listless features.

door, his fingers curled nervously. He was also afraid. Afraid that it really was Aubree at the door, coming

lately had ended in being ignored or ridiculed,

emotion as he heard Marissa's voice from outside. "Andrew,

wasn't Aubree. Relief washed over Andrew, quickly replaced by a profound sense of

about to knock again, saw the door swing open to reveal Andrew, his eyes red-rimmed. Unaware of what had transpired, she wrinkled her nose at the smell of alcohol wafting

elders are concerned. What's gotten into you?" Andrew opened his mouth, the video Marissa and

know about Aubree's misfortune except for him,

again as Andrew's arms limply dropped to his sides. "Mom, I

lost your mind? You were the one who wanted to marry Tessa, and now just two days in, you want a divorce?

slap twisted Andrew's head to the side, and he tasted blood. In that moment, the despair in his eyes faded. Right, he wanted a divorce. "Mom,

her hand

a hard swallow. "Even if you kill me, I'm

my dead body! If

yourself together, and go to the office. Tessa's at home crying her eyes out every day. You brought this upon yourself, so deal with

brow was etched with impatience, She whipped out

got a tea

a child, Andrew. Stop

the mirror back in her purse