Uncle William stood at the periphery of the lounge, watching Michael down glass after glass of liquor.
Still, he halted at the entrance.
"Michael, I wronged you. But if there's one thing I know, it's that once you let someone slip away, they're gone for good. You have to keep moving forward."
Yet seeing Michael completely unresponsive to reason, he shook his head and left.
Not long after, he stopped drinking and stared at the USB drive in his palm.
He knew what was on it would hit him harder than he could bear, but he still opened the recordings stored within.
In the video, he finally saw the face he had longed for day and night.
She kept daily logs of how she made contact with Zack.
Her handling of the target evolved from erratic and tense at the beginning to chillingly precise la
