AXEL’S POV

The bar Felix chose tonight wasn’t too loud but it was warm and dim, the type of place meant for long conversations and difficult truths. I sat across from him, swirling my drink slowly, letting the amber liquid catch the light. Felix was already on his second glass, leaning back casually as he watched me with that familiar, probing stare.

“So,” he began, tapping the side of his glass, “what did you decide to do with the money I sent you last week?”

I sighed. ...