Reid woke up the next morning feeling as though he'd traversed a tempest in his dreams. The memories, long buried and painstakingly avoided, had surged forth like a relentless tide, drowning him in the agony of the previous day. He cast a disconcerted glance at the abandoned glass of whisky on the nightstand, its contents a stark reminder of the previous night's unspoken turmoil. Rubbing his eyes, he staggered out of bed, his mind still lingering in the labyrinth of his haunting past.
The ensuing days slipped by in a haze for Reid, his determination to dive headfirst into work a subconscious defense against the unsettling thoughts that threatened to consume him. With relentless dedication, he buried himself in projects, his focus a facade shielding him from the impending results of his me
