Theodore's Pov
It’s been a week since I handed over Chris’s last known number to Paul, the private investigator. I had hoped for quicker progress, but so far, there’s been nothing, no updates, no breakthroughs, just silence. The lack of answers is starting to gnaw at me, a heavy weight settling in my chest as the days drag on.
I sit at the desk in my hotel room, my laptop open in front of me. The screen displays a spreadsheet for a project I’m supposed to be reviewing, but my focus keeps slipping. My hand rests on the mouse, scrolling aimlessly through the document, while my mind wanders back to the investigation.
The room is quiet, except for the occasional hum of the air conditioning and the faint sounds of the city filtering through the window. My blazer is draped over the back of th
