The journey to the safe house was a silent one, the weight of unspoken truths hanging in the air. I sat in the back seat, my thoughts swirling with the revelation that had unfolded in the aftermath of the death of the Contractor. Larry, driving with a focused determination, occasionally glanced at me through the rearview mirror, sensing the storm of emotions within me.

Larry understood me quite well and, at that moment in time, I did not want to be spoken to. I just wanted to think, I wanted to ...