Chapter 46 Whiskey Tongues
- ISABELLE'S POV
- The bar is filled with soft jazz and glasses clinking, but Charles looks uncomfortable. His suit jacket is wrinkled, and his tie is loose. He pours another shot of whiskey into his glass, spilling some. I sit across from him, crossing my legs and watching him fall apart.
- I swirl my wine, keeping my eyes on him. His face is red and lined, showing signs of stress. He smells of sadness.