Tracy POV

I couldn't stop thinking about that man Richmond. Three days had passed since the restaurant confrontation, and his image was burned into my brain like a puzzle I couldn't solve. Something about him was seriously wrong, and it was driving me crazy that I couldn't figure out what it was.

I sat in my hotel room with my laptop open, scrolling through every social media post and news article I could find about that night. The videos of our fight were everywhere, and people were ...