What If He Is The Insider?

The study smelled of leather and old wood, the heavy scent wrapping around me like a heavy chain I couldn’t break free from. Maybe, I might never break free from it. The fire in the hearth crackled weakly, but its warmth was too little to burn up the cold fear in my heart.

I sat alone behind the massive oak table, shoulders stiff, fingers tapping absently against the hard face and my mind very far away and thinking about everything at once. The whiskey glass near my ...