82. The ruin of their shattered union

At seven-thirty in the evening, Ryan Jenkins sauntered into the cabin. He noticed the overflowing ashtrays on the table and Yohan was deeply engrossed in something on his laptop. Clearing his throat, Ryan tried to get his attention.

"Done with your movie shootings abroad?" Yohan asked.

"I had to wrap it up quickly. Can't wait to get back to Gracie and my little one," Ryan replied, taking a seat in front of Yohan and leaning back on the chair.

"Dude, how long have you been glued to that seat? You're turning into a chain smoker. You seriously need to quit," Ryan remarked.

Yohan shut the laptop and leaned back on his chair, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Just trying to figure out what went down during my absence," he replied, blowing smoke into the air.

“What's eating you, man?"

Yohan headed towards the bar counter, grabbing a bottle of whisky. "Tell me something," he said, pouring whisky into two glasses. "Was Sara really that desperat