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I clasped my fingers together when I felt the urge to pull him in for a hug. A fool, that's what I was.
“That night, I did it… I messed with it now, they... I’m going to—"
His words were jumbled and slurred.
Before I could think, he forced himself to his side.
I gasped when he gently cupped the side of my chin. When I held his orbs, they were nothing but drunk.
Abruptly, his hand dropped to the side. Then he leaned his forehead on my chest.
“W- what...” I trailed.
“Dawson… helped too... He… there… long time and I—”
I struggled to make sense of his talk.
“I'm sor...” he hiccupped. “…rryyyyy.”
This was weird. Very weird.
So I just stayed there— with his head now on my shoulder—confused for the longest time.
My plan for resignation would have to wait… just a little longer.
thirty-five
Ethan
Three days left to release the truth video.
On days like this, I’d rather stay at home. Immerse myself in the gloom of my study.
But that would mean staying in the same space with Evie. My days at work during her off days had become my only solace.
It was becoming difficult to cope with the immense guilt that came with seeing her.
Alcohol had become my only solace. It was also why I drank yesterday. I drank after recording the confession video.
I overdid it— got drunk and started to spill rubbish. I wasn't a lightweight. It took more than a few sips of strong whiskey to get me drunk.
Thankfully, I remembered almost all of what I said.
I didn't spill anything regarding her situation and mine. She’d just take my words as drunken words.
Today was the third day since Judy made the request. Philip still hadn't found her.
I had less than seventy-two hours to send the video. I was scared, especially for Evie– for James.
It made me want to release the video.
I just couldn't risk her career, and I couldn’t hurt her like that. But there had to be some other way, some solution.
I glanced at my laptop, unable to do any work. The Chief Military Officer would be coming around in a few days.
The final touches to the project were being made. The drones were already built in the testing facility. All that was left was to keep testing the drones— codes— for any defects.
For a moment, I contemplated visiting the testing facility. The ride to Nassau County would be a good distraction.
