“Peter?” You open his office door the rest of the way and walk in. Your heart sinks and tears spring to your eyes. An empty whiskey bottle sits on the table in front of him. His eyes are red, cheeks tear stained, and his hair a mess as if he was pulling at it. You swiftly walk over to him & kneel on the floor before putting a hand on his thigh. “Baby? Baby please tell me what’s wrong. What happened?” He continues to look at the empty bottle. “Pam. She’s dead.” He sobs & collapses into your arms