Memory, like the cheap cigarette smoke in a dingy hotel room, can vanish with time, yet its bitter and acrid scent sometimes wafts back, resurrecting figures we thought had long disappeared from our lives. An encrypted message about Ashley, his ex-wife whom he’d left because of his poverty, now reopened old wounds in Michael’s heart, but at the same time, sparked a faint glimmer of hope for an unexpected ally potentially hidden behind the fog of their past. Damn it, sometimes, the people we forget the most can become the key to unlocking a future filled with revenge and justice.
Michael’s heart pounded like a war drum in his chest. Ashley… her name was like a mantra that conjured up both bitter and sweet memories. The love they once shared had been shattered beneath Walter Davis’s arrogan
