C94 Chapter 94

Clyde

The night air was cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of my soon-to-be father-in-law’s cigar. I had stepped onto the balcony for some air, but I wasn’t alone for long.

Medora’s dad was already there, leaning against the railing, looking out at the dark Boston skyline with a whiskey glass in hand.

He glanced over his shoulder when he saw me. “Couldn’t sleep?”

I gave a small smile