#Chapter65

Reality

I watched Luc absently twirl the glass of bourbon in his hand, the two ice cubes clinking inside, his stormy grey eyes blankly staring right through the wall in front of him.

"You seem...sad," I observed, absently running a hand through my still damp hair, taking a seat on a comfy chair, remembering how they all remained silent during our drive back to our place, barely even looking at each other, let alone speak.

He let out a tired sigh, placing his glass on the small table in front of the couch, then leaned back, still pensively staring somewhere down.

"I lost a brother today..." He quietly said,...