The Orchid's Dying Breath

n his glass, the ice clinking so

ng through the background cheer of a game. "Relationships,

wood of the bar, sighed. His ow

erous way to think. C

You gotta maintain distance, never show weakness. That's rule number one. My old man, three d

r was miser

p of his whiskey. "He was rich. An

lips. "Chloe knows the deal. Or she lear

his head, his ex

an. One day, you'll look aro

sound. "She's not going anyw

for a moment, replaced by a dif

, her face pale, stood in

but there was a new firmness