Chapter 21 Truth Leaves Traces

• The refrigerator hummed in the kitchen. Somewhere outside, a car horn echoed before fading into the distance. Inside the apartment, nothing moved. Even the ticking wall clock sounded louder than it ever had, each second scraping against my nerves.
• I sat on the couch with a mug of tea that had long gone cold in her hands. The television across the room continued playing yesterday's business report I wasn't really watching.
• "...Orion Corporation continues to recover after Monday's confidential data breach..."