Jonathan CreedChapter 12
Memory lane is always a painful road to stroll down. I turned Professors Casey's picture down onto the desk. I didn't want to look at him ... I was a mess still ... the job he had offered me was eating away at my sanity little by little. What seemed like a blessing had become a curse. But it wasn't his fault; he just wanted what was best for me. I heard a car alarm go off on the street below. It was quickly silenced. I opened a drawer, and fished out a piece of paper and a pen. I began...