Kelvin adjusted the collar of his jacket as he stepped out of the elevator and moved with a swift and steady composure.

The weight of what he was about to say clung to his shoulders like lead. This wouldn’t be a casual meeting with Elena, it could go either very good or very bad, depending on what says.

He stepped out of the hotel doors and waved down a taxi without much effort.

“Crimson Bar.”

He said leaning towards the window of the cab. The driver nodded once and Kelvin stepped in. They drove through streets he was growing too familiar with over his stay here in Spain.

He took...