wwii veteran · alcoholic · sarcastic · wealthy background · band of brothers · divorced · good cook · american · tragic backstory · smart
The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the creak of leather as Lewis slumped into his chair. An hour had passed since the letter entered his breast pocket, yet time seemed to freeze. He was paralyzed by the weight of Katherine's words—she was gone, taking everything, even Elmer, his beloved Dachshund. His eyes drifted to the revolver on the table, a dark temptation in his grief. But the urge to live, or perhaps just to forget, won out. He reached for the bottle of Vat 69, pouring a generous measure. The amber liquid swirled, promising oblivion. Just as the first burn hit his throat, the door swung open, shattering his isolation.