Chapter 12- A Game of Golf

Hardin had gotten an unexpected call on a Saturday morning. One he hadn't looked forward to getting.

“Isn't it a bright day Hardin?”

Hardin clenches his fist underneath the table as he looked Dario in the eyes. He couldn't shake off the pain he felt when he looked at him.

When he has been in prison the image of Dario betraying him in court constantly played in his head and he wondered why the person he considered to be his brother would do such to him.

He gave him hope and then smashed it into pieces. Hardin despised him gravely.

“Why did you call me out here?”

Dario had invited Hardin to a golf course.

“You remember we used to love playing golf when we were younger"

Dario hits the ball and it rolls into the hole while Hardin stood there unfazed. Hardin couldn't remember anything even if he wanted to.

He had chosen to erase all memories he shared with Dario from his heart. If it was never there then it meant the memories never existed in the first place.

Hardin saw Dario as no