ARIA

The neon sign of the dive bar flickered like a dying heartbeat, casting a sickly green glow over the cracked pavement. I didn't even remember the drive here. All I could feel was the phantom weight of Ross’s gaze on my skin and the echo of Leo’s screams vibrating in my skull. I pushed through the heavy wooden doors, the smell of stale beer and cheap cigarettes hitting me like a wave of relief. It was a place where no one knew the name Callahan, and right now, that was the only ...