Chapter 19 - Whispers in the Dark

Late one evening, long after the center's staff and visitors had gone home for the night, I walked down into the subterranean chambers where the estate’s security monitors and archive servers were housed. The room was cool, lit only by the steady, rhythmic blinking of server racks processing financial data for ongoing victim-support cases.
My phone buzzed on the steel console. An automated notification from the federal correctional facility informed me that inmate Thane Sterling had been transferred to the prison medical wing following a severe psychological breakdown. I looked at the notification for a long, silent moment, feeling neither pity nor anger, only the profound weight of finality. He had chosen his mother, his status, and his cowardice over truth and humanity, reaping the exact harvest he had sown. I swiped the notification away into the digital trash bin, never to look back.