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One more shot. This one for the letter. That damn letter that took away everything he had left of his son. Yeah, so he and Sara weren't married anymore, but that didn't mean he didn't care about her. He checked up on her every now and then. He'd call her see how she was doing. It'd been over two years since their divorce had been finalized, but he still kept in touch.
He knew why he'd been sent the letter and not Greg. He was still listed as her next of kin. He was certain given another few weeks it would have been Greg. It was just one of those things when planning a wedding you normally wouldn't think of until the last minute.
So they'd sent him the letter and he had to call Greg, and her father. He supposed they were lucky she was found early in the search. They knew she had been on that flight. She'd gone to Chicago to visit her brother and was returning home. The conversation with her father had gone as best as could be expected, the guy didn't totally hate him after all. Calling Greg had been another matter all together. He'd had lunch with him earlier so he could tell him. One of the most awkward conversations he'd ever had. How to tell you ex-wife's fiancée she was dead.
He slammed the shot and rested his head on the table. He wasn't drunk. Far from it. Four shots were nowhere near enough to even allow him a slight buzz. He might feel a little something in the morning but for now it was nothing. He wouldn't drive home. He'd never allow himself, no matter how good he felt.