Coffee and Confessions

Declan

I woke the next morning with renewed determination. Or maybe it was just stubbornness. Either way, I was going back to Connecticut. But first, I needed coffee and probably some form of intervention from someone who knew me well enough to tell me I was being an idiot.

That someone was Damian Reed.

I texted him at seven.

Me: Breakfast. The usual place. Eight o'clock.

His response came immedia