James thought of how he would feel at his collegiate graduation. He thought he would be elated as he would have Alice at his side and possibly a child on the way. But instead, he found himself secretly single, working beneath the most notorious men in 1960s London, and harboring a heartache of loss. And yet, the photos that would be taken, same as his wedding, would show a man, gay with his accomplishment.
His fingers collected the glass in front of him as he attempted to drown his sorrows within the dark liquor. He could not help but think of each of his grand mistakes that now led him isolated on this day. Yet he recalled as he crossed the stage and looked onto the crowd in hope of seeing at least his father, he would be left with only the Krays being present. This memory would remain
