Nathan’s.
He never came down here.
Not unless something unusual was happening.
Which meant—
Someone had brought it for him.
I looked at the glass.
Just for a second.
And in that second, something settled inside me.
Not anger.
Not jealousy.
Clarity.
So I picked it up.
And I took a drink.
The reaction was immediate.
Not gradual.
Not subtle.
The room snapped into silence like something invisible had broken.
