It had been a tough week for Reggie. He’d just lost his wife, but life didn’t stop for grief. The club still needed running, and his younger brother was barely holding it together.

Late at night, after the club had closed, he sat at the bar with just two other people: Albie, his right-hand man, and the new bartender. The place was quiet. He stared at his half-empty glass of whiskey, slowly running his finger around the rim. His suit jacket laying on top of the bar. It was one of the few moments he let himself feel the weight of everything.

Rainy day outside, droplets hitting the window, the storm just started trapping them inside.