He Is Back.

Harrison arrived at the coffee shop on Cross Road, earlier than the time they had agreed on.

Harrison felt the atmosphere shifting from what seemed to be warm to a cold one. The past had a way of haunting the present, and today, it was coming for him.

Now, he understood that just apologizing because of a past does not mean it won't come back at him, haunting him like the Grim Reaper.

He ordered a black coffee and took a seat near the back, where he could watch the door, and where he could hardly be seen.

The minutes ticked by, and his mind replayed the conversation he had had with Ivan the day before.

He knew today would be awkward, but as he waited, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

The bell above the door jingled, and Harrison looked up. Ivan stepped inside, his expression guarded and his eyes hard.

He spotted Harrison, like he knew where he was, and made his way over, sliding into the seat across from him without a word.

“Thanks for coming,” Harrison began, t