Ethan stepped out of his car and let out a deep sigh, the weight of his troubles palpable in the heavy air. He hesitated for a moment, collecting his thoughts before pushing open the door to the dimly lit bar.

The sounds of laughter and clinking glasses enveloped him, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside.

As he made his way through the crowd, his eyes locked on Henry, sitting in the corner, sipping his drink with an air of nonchalance. Ethan's approach was met with a skeptical gaze, Henry's eyes narrowing as he took a slow sip.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting," Ethan offered, his voice laced...