The Night Everything Changed
Daniel wasn’t the kind of cop who kept souvenirs from work.
Ten years on the force teaches you one thing fast: some memories don’t belong in your home.
But that night… the memory came to him.
It was just past 2 a.m. on a brutal January night — the kind where the air cuts your lungs and silence feels like pressure.
Daniel had just dragged himself home from a double shift: domestic calls, a stolen car, and a teenage overdose he couldn’t shake.
All he wanted was a hot shower and a few hours of quiet.
Instead…
He heard a knock.
Not frantic.
Not loud.
