Chapter 34 Shadows Of The Past

• The envelope sat on Ethan’s desk like a ticking bomb. No return address, no markings, just his name scrawled in ink. He hadn’t needed to open it to know what lay inside.
• Still, he did.
• Photographs spilled across the polished mahogany surface, black-and-white snapshots of a life he had buried long ago. A man lay sprawled on a cold alley floor, his face barely visible beneath the blood. Another image showed a younger Ethan standing over him, his expression unreadable. The final picture, a contract with his signature at the bottom.