Chapter 181 - Chapter 181 - Drowning Man

There was nothing but heavy silence in the night at Jamison's study. Outside there was cold frost against the glass, but inside, the only sound was the harsh sound of Jamison's own breathing. He sat motionless at his desk, his calloused hands resting flat on the surface on either side of the antique box. Valeria had left it hours ago, but Jamison had not touched it since. He had simply stared at the delicate woodwork, paralyzed by creeping dread. The key sat beside the lock, a small that held the power to unearth a past he had spent decades trying to leave buried.