069

George’s P.O.V

My hands shook as I closed the laptop hard, the picture of the masked man's blurry ID still stuck in my mind. I saved the image on my computer and zoomed in as much as I could, but it was still unreadable. There were bits of clear detail in the photo that could be found if someone knew how. Someone talented.

I sighed when her name popped into my head—Wendy. It had to be her. She was really smart with technology. I knew she could figure this out fast. Whatever this was.

But Wendy wouldn’t even glance at me now, much less help me. Not after all that. Not after the lies, the hurt, the loss…

I sighed, resting my head in my hands. Six years had gone by, yet she was still the first person I thought of when I needed someone I could rely on. Maybe it was just a feeling, or may……