CHAPTER 57

Sophie

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I remembered the medications on his table when he called in sick, and that’s how I found myself bouncing my foot on the floor of the cab, the thud muffled by the car mat.

Once I arrived outside of the bar, I pulled out some cash and handed it to the taxi driver before stepping out. I pulled my beige coat tighter around myself as the breeze wrapped me, squeezing chills into my body.

Stepping into the bar, I scanned around. My eyes fell on Alex, sitting in the dimly lit corner of the bar. His appearance was disheveled but undeniably compelling. His hair fell over his head, brushing against his brooding eyes. His shirt, once neat, now opened at the collar, his tie hanging loose. His sleeves rolled up, his long fingers holding a glass of alcohol.

He looked good for a dying man.

I settled in the seat next to him. “What’s the meaning of the text?”

A wide grin—a beautiful one—crawled up his lips. He swirled the glass before taking a gulp. Seeing him in this state was surprisin