Tonight was supposed to be one of those rare nights when I could finally relax.
Ethan, the company’s Head of Technology, had invited me out to Howl for Singles’ Night. He’d heard that I was considering getting married to Daisy soon, and he wanted me to enjoy my final nights of freedom.
As I walked into the bar, the dim lights and low hum of conversation almost made it feel like any other evening. A glass of whiskey might help dull the thoughts of my upcoming projects and other work-related stresses, if only temporarily.
I hadn’t even made it to the bar when I felt something collide with my chest.
A body. Stumbling. Drunk. And, before I could even react, the unmistakable scent of alcohol hit me.
I looked down and saw her.
Cora.
Her wide eyes locked with mine, and she recoiled, her
