Broken furniture lined the hallways and the place felt frozen in time. Like everyone had simply left one day and never returned.
We spend nearly an hour searching before Casey found the records room and everything changed again.
Boxes filled entire walls and filing cabinets stretched across the room. Documents sat stacked on shelves.
Years of paperwork, years of records and years of secrets.
Casey looked like Christmas had arrived early.
“This is insane.” Casey said.
“That’s one word for it.” Drake replied.
The search began immediately. Everyone took sections and started opening boxes and looking for connections.
The deeper we dug, the worse things became. Again. Always again.
I sat cross legged on the floor while flipping through folders. Most contained evaluations, assessm
