Chapter 88

• Haven stood in the faintly lit park, the chill of the evening breeze brushing against his skin as his clench hands clenched firmly at his sides. His jaw was set in terrible assurance, his mind twirling with outrage and disarray. The memory of the words sent a surge of red-hot anger through him, but what truly broke him was not just the misfortune of his wife, it was the disloyalty by the man she had chosen. Matthew.
• His once best friend. His brother. The one individual he trusted with everything. Haven paced back and forward, waiting for Matthew to show up. He had needed to see him, texting in a rage-filled flurry. "We ought to talk. Meet me at the old park by the field. now."
• Haven knew this discussion would not end gently, not with the way his feelings were bubbling over, but he didn’t care. The bond he once shared with Matthew was smashed past repair. The faint sound of a car drawing nearer snapped Haven out of his thoughts. He turned, his eyes narrowing as Matthew’s recognizable dim car pulled into the park. The headlights enlightened the concrete, casting long shadows, and after that the motor cut off.