Chapter 105

We found a bar not far from the lab, a small, dimly lit place that felt just isolated enough to be safe. Sara ordered a whiskey, downing it quickly before leaning back in her seat, her eyes burning with leftover anger. “Want to talk about it?” I asked, keeping my voice gentle. She snorted, staring at her empty glass. “What’s there to talk about? He never cared, not when it mattered.” I sighed, knowing that there were no easy words that would fix this. "Maybe he’s trying now." Sara looked at me, her expression softening slightly, but still filled with frustration. “Too little, too late.” She waved the bartender over for another drink, then glanced at me. “But hey, at least you’ve still got your golden child status, right?” I rolled my eyes. “Let’s not make this about me.” Sara gave me a crooked smile. “Fine. But you owe me a drink for putting up with all this.” I laughed softly. “Deal.” The bar was louder now, the hum of conversation blending with the clink of glasses and low thrum of m