Bentley stood in Austin’s office, the weight of the day hanging heavy on his shoulders. He thought he would feel better if he just allowed things that happened in the past to remain in the past but he was wrong. It wasn't just something he would just shove at the back of his mind like it was nothing.
He needed someone to talk to, and here he was at Austin's place. Austin was the only one that could understand his plight. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration etching deeper lines on his face.
He felt restless, shifting from foot to foot, his mind replaying the events of that night. Austin was sitting on the edge of his desk, arms crossed, waiting patiently for Bentley to find the right words.
“Do you remember Ivy?” Bentley began, his voice a low murmur as he looked out the window,
