George

Allen's words hit me like a sledgehammer, ripping me from the fog I have been living in for years. For so long, I had convinced myself that night was just another tragic mistake, one of many. But now, the haze is starting to lift, and I realize something I hadn't before—there's more to what happened.

I lean back in my leather chair, staring at the ceiling of my office. The events of that night come crashing down on me.

That night had been a ...