Chapter FortyOne

I sat across from Caleb in the dimly lit restaurant, rubbing my temples in an attempt to ease the dull ache that was growing there.

Yes, I had come here because he had stated he wouldn't be having the "talk" at the office.

My gaze swept across the opulent scene, soaking in the white tablecloths, subdued lighting, and sophisticated furnishings that oozed class.

The kind of establishment where folks like me didn't usually hang out.. one that shouted "expensive" and "exclusive." The kind where you could duck into the darkness and keep your eyes out of sight.

With his hands pressed together on the table, Caleb leaned forward a little and took a seat opposite me.

Though his face was unreadable, it was clear from the strain in his shoulders.

I squirmed in my chair uncomfortably, our awkwardness becoming worse by the moment.

Since our arrival, all he had said had been the usual greetings, and now I was waiting, waiting for whatever bomb he was about to drop.

“Look Sam, I know t