Chapter 33 Cyrus
- Ezra and Cyrus sat on the porch, the night’s chill settling in. Cyrus leaned back, a casual smirk playing on his lips as he lit a cigarette. The soft glow of party lights flickered behind them.
- “So, what's the deal? You’ve been quiet all night,” Ezra asked, taking a swig from his beer bottle.
- Cyrus exhaled a cloud of smoke, looking off into the distance. “I screwed up, man. Big time.”