I lean back in my chair with a heavy sigh, dragging my fingers over the bags under my eyes. After that conversation with dear ol’ dad-to-be, I found myself parking in the Ocean Tech VIP lot with a fresh bottle of brandy and a deli sandwich.

I spin around to face the bay, sipping on the last of the liquor as the sun rises into the sky. Who knew Ocean Tech could be so quiet and peaceful? Normally it was nothing but the slamming of doors and the chime of the elevator. Constant ...