Chapter Fifty-nine

He'd been at the table as usual. His freshly blended smoothie by his side as usual.

A small bowl of his favourite chin-chin snacks as usual.

As usual.

How things had changed so fast that day, she had not thought to ever be able to recover from.

They'd probably emailed the clip to him.

And being the proper, arranged Dougles he was, dud most definitely not miss the file.

He'd tried to access it’s content directly and his last resort had been to burn it on a disk.

It was Dougles. Of course, he always had a burn disk in the CD section of his old yet beloved laptop.

It had loaded. She'd seen it herself - the loading bar- when she'd come near to arrange her new favourite sets of vase.

It had loaded and Dougles had saved into his files.

And then he'd played it.

She had been headed for the kitchen when she stopped but her heart had stopped long before her.

There was no distinction to that moan. It was hers. And that voice…

…was Charlie's.

It had been a twenty five minutes video but Dougles ha