High Stakes

~DARIUS~

The track smelled like dirt and money.

Declan had picked the afternoon card. We stood at the rail with beers and betting slips while horses circled below. I should have been watching the board. I was watching nothing.

Cassidy's scent still sat in my car. Declan's you're a great friend kept repeating, a constant reminder that I was being a bad friend.

Still, I could not resist finding out