“Cheers,” Oliver echoed, lifting his glass in a shaky hand. He took a sip, the bubbly liquid failing to wash away the lump in his throat. His gaze returned to the laptop, now dark as it had gone into sleep mode, its screen a black void that seemed to mirror his own internal conflict.
His hand still hovered over the touchpad, thoughts whirling. “Am I doing the right thing? Should I just let it go?”