Louis sat in his dimly lit office, staring at the empty glass of whiskey in front of him. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and his normally immaculate appearance was disheveled. He hadn’t slept properly in days. Every moment was a struggle to hold himself together, and every time he closed his eyes, Daisy’s laughter haunted him.

A soft knock on the door pulled him out of his reverie. He didn’t answer, knowing who it was but unwilling to entertain her.

The door creaked open anyway, and Natalie stepped inside. She was dressed modestly, her expression carefully molded into one of concern.

“Louis,” she began softly, stepping further into...