“So the games continue, yes?” he says, sounding all too happy about that. “James. Danny. I look forward to the next round.” The line goes dead, and Danny’s fist crashes down on the table, making everyone’s glasses jump.

“Fuck,” he barks, swiping his hand out and smacking the cocktail menu off the table. “How?”

I look across the bar to Beau, who’s twirling, laughing, singing on the dance floor.

Happy. Calm. At peace.

It’s an illusion.

“Well, it was a nice holiday while it lasted,” I say quietly, raising my drink to my lips, my eyes falling to Beau’s tummy. Hoping. Praying. “What time does our flight leave?”

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