Chapter 10

Patrick’s tenth year undercover marked a turning point.

His face became a constant on wanted posters in every precinct. The man named Patrick was no longer remembered; his past was erased.

His name became synonymous with crime and filth. He had become the face of the underworld.

Yet, that so-called monster was out there, fighting battles all alone.

He gained everyone’s trust.

In a twist no one expected, he took down the enemy’s hideouts one by one. By the time reinforcements arrived, Patrick had vanished into the chaos of the brutal showdowns.

The world cheered, thinking they had rid themselves of a menace.

Behind closed doors, though, the cops prayed for his safe return.

That following autumn, Tracy found Patrick at my grave. There he was, a solitary figure slumped in front of the stone. A mess of a man, staring at the black-and-white photo on my grave. Patrick cracked a goofy grin and whispered, “Yasmine…”

He had completely lost it.

When they rushed him to the hospital