I sat on the couch in my apartment with a cup of coffee and stared at the black files in front of me.
'God help me. I want to pounce on those files. But what if I can't handle what is in them?'
'Fuck that. No one's looking; I can cry all I want.'
I picked up a file, randomly and opened the first page.
A beautiful picture of my mother was there with her name written beside it.
'Read me'.
My mind was playing games. I sighed once and vowed that I wouldn't stop till I finished.
I turned to the next page and saw the list of cases she had been working on. Apparently, her death had left the organization shaken.
They were handwritten notes. I felt my throat tighten as I recognized her handwriting.
[Dorian Murray.
Personal Profile: Son who was killed a few years ago during a shootout. His son's body was never recovered. Mr. Murray believes that his son is alive and invests a large section of his funds in searching for his son.
