Snow Lodge
Prologue
Brian sat on the window seat and watched the snow falling outside. He sighed, running a shaky hand through his curls. He listened to the sound of the snow hitting the window pane, blown by increasingly strong winds as he took another swig from the bottle of whiskey in his other hand.
No one knew he was here. He had brought this place a few years ago, after his heart surgery, so that he had somewhere to rest and relax. Only a few people knew he had brought this little cabin in the first place, but he hadn't been here for so long that everybody had either forgotten about it or assumed that he had sold it.
That was what made it the perfect place now. It had no phone, and he had turned off his cell, so for once he was alone, away from the circus of his life as a Backstreet Boy. Up here he could be plain 'ol Brian from Kentucky, and there was no one to tell him different. He could be alone with his own thoughts, he could have the time and the space to think. Freedom to work out where it had all gone wrong.
