C89 The regret

"You are getting sloppy, Ethan," Olivia said in a cold tone that could cut like a knife.

Ethan's eyes came up over the rim of the whiskey glass he was holding, his brow furrowing. He leaned forward on the couch, going unfocused-as if he might as well have been elsewhere. "It isn't sloppiness, Olivia," he said with measured slowness. "It's common sense. We have caused enough damage