The car moved steadily through the dark streets of the city. Julius stared out the window, watching the streetlights pass by one by one.
His mind was spinning from everything that had happened since he left his office. Marcus's urgent message had led to a hectic afternoon of tracking down small errors in the company files, but now that the rush was over, Julius was left alone with his thoughts.
One question kept repeating in his mind, growing louder with every passing minute.
What am I forgetting?
Ever since Harrison had helped him recover his memories, Julius had felt a strange emptiness. It felt as if a vital piece of the puzzle was still missing.
It was something important. Something deeply connected to his father's final days.
Unable to ignore the nagging feeling any longer, Julius turned the car around. Instead of heading to his temporary apartment, he drove directly to Harrison's massive mansion, arriving late that night.
