The bar was called Greystone. I had never been there before. It was small and quiet and nobody knew my name which was probably why I had walked in at eight thirty on a Tuesday and sat at the counter and started drinking without a plan to stop.

The bartender was a young woman with a patient face who refilled my glass without asking too many questions. I appreciated that and I ordered another drink.

Cael's phone buzzed at ten forty seven.

Unknown number. He almost didn't answer. He was lying on his bed in his student accommodation staring at the ceiling with his architecture textbook open on his chest...