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her mouth shut then he’d still be alive…
    Time ticked slowly by as Ellie stood in the kitchen staring at the open door but it wasn’t the door she could see. Her mind conjured all the images she had kept bottled up inside. A year had passed and yet Ellie could still remember it like it was yesterday.
    Cold air crept in around her and she shuddered but it was enough to pull her from her thoughts of her darkest hour. Pulling the keys to the diner from her pocket she moved to the backdoor and stepped out into the alley. She slammed the door behind her and jammed the key into the lock, turning it until it made a satisfying click.
    It took a few attempts to pull the key back out of the lock but once she had she moved down the alley to where she had parked her car. Sliding in behind the steering wheel she dropped her bag onto the passenger seat and buried her face in her arms. All thoughts of going home and taking a hot bath were gone, replaced instead with a cold ache in her chest.
    A sudden image of a pair of warm brown eyes flitted into her mind. There had been something in his eyes, something that told her he knew what it felt like to lose the people you cared about. Of course she had screwed all that up too and he probably thought she was some sort of crazy person and who could blame him if he did think that.
    Ellie needed to stop thinking about him. There was nothing between them except her wild imagination and it needed to stay that way. Getting close to people only led to heartache and she’d had more than enough of that to last a lifetime.
    Ellie flipped the key in the ignition and gunned the engine. It roared to life and without a second thought she pressed her foot to the accelerator, the car jumping forward in response. All she wanted was to get home and hide under the covers and try and bury the painful memories she had allowed to resurface. If she could do that, then maybe she could think of a way to help Ricky.

Chapter 3
    S itting in the large expanse that Riley called a living room, Stuart propped his legs up on the edge of the polished coffee table. The crystal tumbler he held in his hand glittered in the low lighting and Stuart stared at the amber liquid within.
    He had let himself in as soon as he arrived and making himself at home wasn’t difficult. Riley was nowhere to be found and Stuart could only assume he was attending some sort of glitzy event thrown by whoever happened to be flavour of the month up in Breaker’s Point.
    Stuart wrinkled his nose in disgust. It wasn’t his scene, never had been and never would be. He lifted the glass to his lips and downed the liquid in one gulp. Warmth spread through his throat and down into his chest.
    He closed his eyes and basked in the feel of the brandy as it slid down inside. Stuart had to admit one thing about his brother: he’d always had impeccable taste in alcohol.
    The front door slammed and Stuart was instantly alert. He placed the glass on the small table next to the chair he sat in and watched the open doorway through half opened eyes.
    Riley strode past the door and Stuart smiled as he watched his brother pause before he back-pedalled and stood framed in the entryway.
    “So you decided to come up here after all?”
    Riley’s tone was dry and lacked humour. Stuart couldn’t help but imagine that whatever event he had attended had obviously not gone his way.
    “Well you did invite me, brother, and I wasn’t going to simply ignore your royal summons.”
    Stuart tried to keep the smile from his face but it was proving more difficult than he’d anticipated.
    Riley moved into the room without saying anything. He paused in front of the drinks cabinet and grabbed a crystal tumbler and the bottle of brandy Stuart had tried. He carried them both over to the polished table that sat in the centre of the seats and let them both clang down.
    Stuart watched as Riley dropped onto the couch and grabbed the bottle of brandy. He filled his glass and then