He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

— He thinks fear still works on me.

I exhaled slowly, the tension leaving my shoulders.

— Does it?

I looked out at the water, the horizon endless and blue.

— Not anymore.

He nodded, as if that answer told him everything he needed to know about my character. He swirled the last dregs of his wine, watching the liquid coat the glass.

— You know, Brixell DataWorks continue reading …