C43 Chapter 43

Haven sat in the faintly lit corner of a little, nondescript bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that had been half-full for the past hour. His thoughts were clouded, tangled by a mix of outrage, perplexity, and an overpowering sense of defeat. He had never envisioned himself in this circumstance, feeling like a stranger in his own life. But here he was, observing the door