Chapter 57 The Anatomy Of A Debt

• The silence in the suite after Evelyn left was a physical weight. Alexander remained at the table, the ghost of the audio recording haunting the room. The sharp *inhale*. The steady *pat, pat, pat*. The sound of his own ragged, dying breaths. They played on a loop in his mind, a horrifying symphony of his debt.
• He didn't move for a long time. He was trapped in the anatomy of that moment on the road, dissecting it with a brutal, clinical precision he usually reserved for failing companies.
• *Fact:* Evelyn Lin, a stranger, had come upon a violent accident.