The bar was almost empty.
Just Noah and a few strangers scattered in dark corners. People who didn't want to be seen. People who had nowhere else to go.
Noah sat alone. Glass after glass lined up in front of him. Empty. Half empty. Full. He'd lost count.
His knuckles were bruised. Sore. Purple and red from where he'd hit Landon earlier. His jaw ached too. A dull throb where his brother's fist had connected with bone.
He stared into the amber liquid in his glass. Watched it swirl. Tried to drown the memory that kept playing in his head.
But it wouldn't stop.
It kept coming back. Over and over.
Earlier that morning. Before the fight. Before everything exploded.
He'd been about to leave for a business trip. Last minute thing. His father needed him in Chicago for meet
