Chapter 06
The evening air pressed heavy around the study, the kind of stillness that made every sound sharper. Bruce sat hunched over his desk, the faint glow of the lamp throwing deep shadows across the papers scattered before him.
His phone buzzed again. He hesitated, then picked it up.
Another message.
You never answered me.
His throat tightened. The words on the screen were sharp, immediate, almost taunting. For weeks it had been letters, folded neatly into envelopes, dropped at the doorstep like echoes from another life. Letters could be tucked away, hidden beneath contracts or shoved into drawers. But this… this was different.
Texts slipped into his pocket. They followed him from room to room. They demanded to be seen.
His hand trembled slightly as he whispered the name that
