*Eason*

The bar was dimly lit, a haze of smoke hanging in the air like a veil between the present and the past. I stared down into my glass, the amber liquid swirling as if it held the answers to the questions that plagued my mind.

Ethan sat across from me, nursing his drink, his eyes sharp as he watched me. It wasn’t the first time we had visited a bar to drown our thoughts, but tonight felt different. The silence between us was thick, the ...