Chapter 88
- CHRIS’ POV
- After Judy drifted off to sleep, her soft breathing filling the quiet room, I slipped out of bed and headed to the bar.
- Then, I poured myself a glass of wine, the dark liquid swirling in the glass as I stared at it, lost in thought. The night was calm, but my mind was not. My mood, once relaxed by her presence, had been drawn back to a place I had worked so hard to bury—a memory that refused to stay silent.