Josh Thompson sat in the cramped studio apartment he now rented on the outskirts of the city, staring at his laptop screen with bloodshot eyes that hadn't seen proper sleep in weeks; the apartment was a far cry from the home he'd shared with Rukky, filled with empty beer bottles, overflowing ashtrays, and the general decay of a man who had stopped caring about appearances altogether.

His fingers trembled slightly as he scrolled through Rukky's social media accounts, which she had locked down ...