Rissa’s POV

I didn’t come here to be found.

The bar was quiet tonight. Just a few regulars tucked into booths, faces half-swallowed by the shadows and the cheap lighting. The bartender didn’t ask questions when I walked in. He never did. That was the point of places like this.

No names. No titles. No truths.

I had ordered a drink but hadn’t touched it. The ice had melted halfway, watering it down into something I couldn’t taste anyway. My fingers were wrapped around the glass, ...