After Irene left, Steve slumped into his leather chair, unable to steady his thoughts for a long time.
Every sight of Irene reminded him of how he'd once hurt Addison for her sake.
Suddenly, a knock interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in!"
A private detective walked in, holding a USB drive. Standing before Steve, he spoke gravely.
"Mr. Roberts, I couldn't locate Madam. However, I did uncover some information about her time in prison."
Steve's heart lurched. A foreboding sense of dread crept into his chest.
He took the USB drive and inserted it into his computer.
His eyes locked onto the screen. He watched frame by frame how Addison had been tormented day after day, reduced to skin and bones.
He watched the light in her eyes slowly extinguish. He saw her resist, over and over, only to
