Dripping wet.
His forehead was soaking with sweat as it drenched the pillow beneath his head. Upon careful observation, salty dampness covered his entire body, feeling how his sleeping shirt had clung to his back.
When he opened his eyes, the memories of last night flashed back with a vengeance, making him realize all his past mistakes.
"No." He wished to deny his grave oversight. But how could he when the evidence was overwhelming?
He was wrong to let his misery after his wife's death destroy his relationship with his child. He had made a terrible decision to let his ambition drive a wedge between him and his only son.
Now, his selfish actions led him into this situation. His son probably hated him for what he had done. Then that woman that was supposed to stand by his son's side had only been a thorn in their sides.
