Detective Grant Langley
Washington, D.C., February 2030
Rhonda Langley walked through the house, looking for her husband. "Grant. Grant, where are you?"
She looked in the living room, then the kitchen, and finally the garage. He wasn't in any of those places. Rhonda got a sick feeling in her gut. She went back in the house and made her way to the stairs. It had been a while since he'd done this, and Rhonda had thought he was finally over it.
When she got to the top of the stairs, she saw the light shining underneath the door of what used to be Eric's room.
She knew she should open the door and talk to him, but she wasn't ready. She went back down the stairs and into the kitchen to fix tea.
Grant sat slumped in a chair in the corner of the room. He held an iPad Mini in his hands that
