my uncle
Sam's point of view
The ticking clock on the wall grew louder with every passing second, each tick a sharp reminder of time slipping through my fingers. But my focus wasn't on it. My gaze rested on the open files scattered across my desk, though the words blurred together. The prosecutor had taken the masked man away, locking him up along with the answers I desperately needed. Every lead felt like it was being snatched from me, leaving behind an unbearable weight pressing against my chest.
I couldn't sit still any longer. Grabbing my phone, I dialed Eliana. She picked up after the second ring, her voice calm but tinged with exhaustion.
"Hello?"
"Eliana," I began, trying to keep my tone steady, "do you have any updates on the case? Anything?"
There was a pause, followed by a weary sigh. "I tried, Sam. Believe me, I did. But they denied me access to everything related to the masked man's case. It's completely sealed."
