ALMA

The image cleared out right before me as Alice took a seat with my gaz e holding hers. I didn't want to be seen or spoken to at this vulnerable moment, especially not by her.

The thought of Alma continued to plague me, repeatedly ringing at the back of my mind like an undying tune. The bar was no different from a blurry blob and from time to time, Alice's face grew distorted.

"Mr Harrison, are you okay?" Her voice was a bubbling echo and I faked a smile, stretching my lips as far as ...