Chapter 54

• ARMANDO
• The sun had set a little over an hour ago and the night was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of wind against the windows. The quick flick of my lighter had a flare of light reflecting off the cigar in my hand before I brought it to my lips, smoke curling around me and drifting lazily towards the ceiling as I let out a slow exhale.
• It didn’t do much to ease the pressure weighing on my chest, but at least it was something.