Theo takes another long drink from his glass, looking around the wedding reception with his back against the wall. The music is deafening, the sounds of the people talking equating the roar of a waterfall. In his chest, his heart aches, the memories of the wedding ceremony still on replay in his head.

All he can hope for is that the evening will end sooner rather than later, so he can return home to drown his sorrows in the bottom of a firewhiskey bottle.