Osiris: The Broken Brother - Chapter 2

Osiris

Three days later, I’m still here, still in this small town that feels like it’s wrapped me in a weird sense of calm. I’ve kept to myself for the most part—wandering around, stopping in at the diner for food and shitty coffee, sitting by the river just outside of town. It’s been peaceful, and that’s something I haven’t had in a long time.

Eva seems surprised every time she sees me at Rosie’s. I don’t blame her. I’m not the type to stay anywhere for too long. But this place... it’s different. It’s quiet. It gives me space to breathe, to exist without everything else crowding in on me.

Today, I walk into the diner and find her behind the counter, pouring coffee for the old-timers who always hang out there. She looks up when I walk in, raising an eyebrow.

“Back again?” she asks, wiping her hands on a rag.

I shrug, sitting down at the counter. “Seems like a good town to forget about shit.”

She smirks at that, leaning on the counter in front of me. “And what exactly are you trying to