He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

a while, Mercy stopped being a joke and became the shorthand for something specific, something that had nothing to do with gentleness and everything to do with what you could be trusted to do when things went genuinely wrong.

Brooks dropped his gaze to the glass in front of me. Then to the wet stain spreading dark along my sleeve.

“He poured beer on continue reading …