George

I sit at my desk, flipping open the cover of the folder and pulling out the documents. I scan the first page, my eyes moving rapidly across the words, not fully comprehending at first. It's like my brain refuses to accept what I'm reading.

"Ella was telling the truth..." I mutter under my breath, unable to wrap my mind around the possibility.

Three years. It's been three long years since that night, the night my life took a turn I never saw coming. ...