Knox

I sit alone at the far end of the dimly lit bar, tucked into a corner where no one is watching , and the outside world seems like a distant memory. 

The place isn’t crowded tonight, just a few people scattered around, nursing drinks, speaking in low murmurs that blend into the soft hum coming from hidden speakers. 

The stool beneath me is worn leather, cool against my back, but nothing about this spot offers any comfort. Tension coils tight in my shoulders, a knot that refuses to loosen.

My whiskey sits half finished in front of me, the ice slowly melting into amber liquid that catches the faint...