Previously on Will Trent ...
Rafael Wexford, you have a daughter.
Well, maybe she'd be safer if you changed your line of work.
What else am I gonna do?
I think I have a better idea.
This is my home where shoes will never set foot.
I was thinking maybe we could try to get to know each other.
How long am I staying here?
Are you here meeting someone?
Sorry, who are you?
I'm Special Agent Will Trent, GBI. Who are you?
I'm Marion Alba. I'm with the Fulton County District Attorney's office.
I arrested the love of my life last year.
You arrested the love of your life?
It's a long story.
I thought you might choose me.
I had no choice.
It was all going to come out. I had to do it.
Regardless of your reason, the result shows a lack of respect for your position.
If you let me back on the force, I will be the best version of myself.
Polaski. Post's decision came back.
Let's make sure that this is the last time I have to welcome you back.
Yes! Yes!
Thank you.
Hey, I got an email from the school about that big basketball game on Friday night.
Do you want to go with your friends?
Oh. Maybe you don't like sports.
I could drop you off at the mall.
I mean, if that's still a thing.
Not really.
Huh. Okay.
Well, you know you can invite people over anytime.
Do your friends know what happened?
Why you're staying with me.
Look, lady, it's, like, 6:00 in the morning. Can you chill?
We're leaving in ten minutes.
Make sure you put that in the recycling.
Agent Mitchell here yet?
All right.
Oh. Um...
Hello.
Hi.
It's, um...
It's you.
Yep, we caught the call. Why are you here?
Um, victim has SAP clearance through the DOD.
Could be a national security concern.
Lucky us.
Yeah.
Hey! Stop.
Don't step on the rug.
Perp left shoe impressions.
You can see them better from this side.
Oh, okay.
Um, I'll come to you.
Faith's, uh, running late.
Ormewood is interviewing neighbors.
Your, uh, first day back?
Yes, it is.
They're getting me a cake. I'm not supposed to know about it.
- I'm going to jump to you, okay? - Go for it.
- Hey. - Whoa.
- So... - Wow.
- Whoa. Yeah, you weren't kidding. - Yep.
- Angie, we should-- - No.
Oh. Um...
Polaski.
Welcome back.
- It's good to see you, Mitchell. - Polaski, is this man bothering you?
Why are you guys on the couch?
- Perp left shoe impressions. - Better to see from this side.
The floor is lava. I'm good at this game.
Okay, so we're all just going to pretend
like this isn't horrifically awkward for all parties involved here?
Yes, we are.
So, our victim is Lloyd Witham.
He was in charge of a contract with the Department of Defense
to develop some kind of new stealth drone.
He was targeted for his research?
That's what we're here to find out.
Anyone see a laptop?
How am I supposed to get over there from here?
Try the coffee table. There is a laptop bag there,
- but no laptop. - It's glass, Polaski.
Trying to kill me?
- Taking the ottoman. - Okay. Careful, it looks like it rocks.
Okay. God.
- Okay. - Okay. So...
So, what do we think happened?
Okay. The window in the ba... Hold on.
- Wait. - Hold on!
I was... Never mind.
The window in the back was broken.
That's how the perp got in.
Okay, so he came in, he sat in the armchair,
waited for Lloyd to get home,
and then shot him.
Sounds like a movie.
Yeah, we found the casing. It's 9-millimeter.
None of the neighbors heard anything so I think he had a suppressor.
It's a professional setup, but he screwed up.
He was gutshot.
Lloyd fell right there. Probably passed out from blood loss.
- Is he out of surgery yet? - No, not yet.
But can we talk about the footprints?
What, he shot the guy and then did the Wobble for 20 minutes?
Well, let's map it out.
Our shooter starts here. He goes to the body.
I'm guessing to steal the laptop out of Lloyd's bag.
Yeah. From there, he goes to the front door.
Hang on, when did everybody get laser pointers?
I've always had a laser pointer.
They gave me one when I joined GBI.
I stole mine from the GBI supply closet.
- Couldn't have gotten me one? - Well I would have, but Trent arrested you
and you were picking up garbage on the side of the road.
Okay.
So, once the shooter has the laptop, why didn't he leave?
The planter on the credenza.
He knocked it over. It's tilted, and there's some dirt on the floor.
Okay, and then there's footsteps that go to the hall closet.
- Ormewood, point at the footsteps. - What's in that closet?
I'll bet you anything it's a hand vac.
Look at all those vacuum marks.
Hmm.
Indeed, there's a hand vac.
Who tidies up after they shoot someone?
Guys, I know who it is.
It was my mom.
Okay. Um, this hand vac is filled with dirt, and, uh...
Oh.
New theory.
The shooter had long, brown hair.
The shooter is a woman?
Yeah, 'cause only women vacuum, right?
You're the one who said it was your mom.
Know what? I'm tired of having to be the one who polices gender bias around here.
Guys, shut up.
Hang on. Look at...
Well, look at this.
Are you kidding me?
Long, brown hair.
Uh-huh. She left us her ID.
Thank you so much,
Helen Anderson.
What a dummy.
- That car belongs to Helen Anderson. - This is where she works.
We'll cover the front. You guys take the back.
Assume she's armed.
So, this is big.
First day working with Angie since you arrested her.
Yep.
Look, I know you don't like talking about your feelings,
but this seems like the rare occasion in which you might want to unburden yourself.
- I'm good. - Let me help.
Do one of these statements feel true?
"I am still in love with her." "I am angry with her."
"I feel guilty about what I did."
- "I am sad." - I don't know about you.
I'm going in there to arrest a homicidal maniac.
But if you want to keep talking feelings, Pete Chin's nana died.
Maybe he could use a shoulder to cry on.
- You good, Big Dog? - Yep.
Cool. In position.
GBI!
Helen Anderson, show me your hands!
Okay, okay, I will. Just let me...
That's good. Yes, perfect.
Ma'am, step away from the dog.
- Okay, okay. - Hands behind your back.
Okay! Okay.
Hey, it's okay, Lady Esmerelda, everything's gonna be all right.
James, she still needs her essential oils.
You guys have no idea who you're dealing with.
You're gonna feel pretty stupid when you find out who I am.
Okay.
Who are you?
Helen, it's time to start talking.
Attempted murder is a serious charge.
Wait. What do you mean, "attempted"?
Gonna wanna see this.
Found it in her bag.
Interesting.
Care to explain this?
I think that speaks for itself.
It says that you have complete immunity for any acts that you have committed,
or may commit in the future.
A permission slip to commit murder?
Who do you think has the authority to issue that?
The CIA.
I'm pretty sure that's not true.
You do know the CIA doesn't operate on American soil, right?
Okay. I'd like to speak with my handler.
- Oh. You have a handler? - Yes, that's right.
I'm a spy.
Oh.
You know I nearly became a CIA agent?
What do you mean by "nearly"?
I mean, I started filling out the form one time.
I'd have been good at it though.
We're up.
Whoa. Hello.
- Officer Case, thank you for joining us. - My pleasure.
You were right to bring the CIA into this. This is a strange one.
First of all, this immunity letter is meaningless.
It did not come from our office. It's not a thing that exists.
And Helen Anderson? Not a CIA intelligence officer.
But doesn't the target seem legit?
Agreed. That's what makes it so strange.
Well, somebody convinced Helen that she's a CIA officer.
And to go after Lloyd.
Well, it's not unusual for bad actors to prey on people that way.
There are a lot of CIA wannabes out there.
- My thing's different. - Right.
Look, the way I see it, we have two urgent priorities here.
First, where did she stash that laptop?
And who is out there acting as her handler?
Got it.
Officer Case, don't worry. I'll get her to talk.
Agent Anderson.
Thank you for you discretion so far.
I'm Agent Ormewood.
Thank Heavens, I knew they'd send somebody.
I've just been waiting and waiting.
Forgive us.
Your direct superior has been called to Helsinki on clandestine business.
I was sent from Washington to receive your mission debrief.
So, why don't you tell me how much you were told about the laptop?
I was told the target was using it to sell state secrets to terrorists.
That's right.
That's why you had to shoot him.
- Take the intelligence. - Yes.
For America. To keep it from falling into the wrong hands.
And where's the laptop now?
I left it at the dead drop, as instructed.
And just to be clear, the dead drop was set up by...
Cutter, of course.
It's just as I thought.
Listen, we need to set up a meeting with Cutter, immediately.
Can you help me speed that up?
You just said Cutter was in Helsinki.
I'm not an idiot, "Agent Ormewood."
Faith, have you seen my stapler?
- Hey, Will. - Oh.
Ms. Alba?
Is this your office?
- They didn't even give you a window? - It's temporary.
Yeah, but aren't you, like, the top agent here?
What can I do for you, Ms. Alba?
Marion, please.
So, I heard a rumor that you have a CI inside the Grove Park Boys?
Peanut, yeah. He's Faith's guy.
Can I talk to him for my RICO case?
I had everything lined up to take down Lincoln Spelling,
- but he's now... You know-- - Dead.
Right. So, is there a new shot caller?
I mean, are there multiple suitors?
Is there a hostile acquisition in the works?
I bet, uh, Peanut knows. I'll tell Faith to set you up.
She's next door. In my old office.
The one with the beautiful views of the Atlanta skyline.
Terrific.
Good to see you. Thank you.
And I have to get to court.
Okay. Hey, um...
Do you know you... you have a little something.
What... When did I get that... How did...
Oh my... Oh, God. I have court in 20 minutes.
Um, I...
I have a shirt on the back of the door.
Fresh from the dry cleaning.
If you want it, it's yours.
I do.
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
It's black, metal, uses standard six-millimeter staples.
I don't care who you take it from, I need one.
My papers, they're everywhere. Okay--
Hey. Hi.
Lloyd is out of surgery if you and Faith wanna talk to him.
Yeah. Sounds good. Yep.
Why're you just standing there?
Will, have you ever thought about putting a little more effort into your appearance?
You know, it's really important.
What? That shirt's custom made.
I know. It's monogrammed with your damn initials.
I think I wanna keep it.
Hi.
Um... I mean, um, no...
ADA Marion Alba, Detective Angie Polaski.
Hello, Detective.
Will, I have to get to court. Thank you, again.
Yep. Yeah. Okay.
Um... Faith, we gotta go.
No, I've never seen her before.
Glenn, do you recognize this woman?
No, sorry.
Glenn Evans? You guys are research partners.
That's right.
Lloyd, what's next? Tosca or Rigoletto?
Uh, Rigoletto.
Glenn has an aria for every mood.
Hmm.
Any idea who would want your research?
Well, it's cutting-edge technology.
Tactical drones. Low cost, autonomous.
Lethal, with unprecedented precision.
There are a hundred countries who would kill to have this kind of edge.
But even if they have the laptop, they can't access the intelligence right?
That's right. You need the encryption key.
- Who has the key? - Myself and Lloyd.
Why? You don't think I'm in danger, do you?
Glenn, we're gonna put you in protective custody.
Whoever stole the laptop may be after they key next.
Hold on. Our research assistant, Cole, also has the key.
We're gonna need Cole's address.
Ma'am, you have a call from Riverview Heights Academy on line one.
Amanda Wagner.
She what?
I'll be right there.
- Sunny was in a fight in school. - You're leaving?
She's been suspended. I need to pick her up.
I have never seen you leave early before.
I didn't have a kid before.
Cole Ridgemont, GBI!
Cole, we need you to come with us.
Cole.
He's dead.
I never stabbed anyone before.
There's so much blood.
I'm sorry.
I'm s...
It all sounds so stupid now.
We understand a little more than you think.
Talk to us, Kent.
My mission was to kill the target, Cole.
Get the encryption key.
And then send it to Cutter through a secure upload.
Cutter has the key?
What can you tell me about Cutter?
I've never met him in person.
He's pretty secretive.
How'd he find you?
We met online.
Said he was recruiting for a sleeper network of CIA assets.
Everything sounded so important and urgent.
Where online did he meet you?
- I don't wanna say. - Hey.
You can tell us.
We met on a message board to discuss Alias.
It's like a community of people.
Alias?
Sorry, what is that?
Sydney Bristow is a spy who thinks she's working for a secret organization
inside the CIA.
Until they kill her fiancée,
and she realizes they're the bad guys.
She has to become a double agent for the real CIA.
And only one person knows her truth.
Another double agent.
A man she hardly knows.
Her father.
She wears a different wig in every episode.
- It's so good. It's so good. - It's so good.
Okay. Thank you.
Sounds like a great program.
If we could turn our attention back to the case,
because there is a psychopath
who's convincing lonely people on the internet to commit murder.
Okay. So Kent is 28. He works remotely, doesn't have any friends.
Cutter was able to manipulate him because he was already isolated.
He spent all that time online looking for community, purpose--
- And he loves spies. - Right.
So maybe Helen was recruited from the same site.
Mmm. Let's pull the user data from the message boards and find out.
I already spoke to Officer Case. She's on her way down from D.C.
- Oh. - Did you? Hmm.
What?
There's national security secrets at stake.
Look, I have a perfectly normal amount of respect for Officer Case.
- It's not weird. - No. Not at all.
Let's get to work.
What happened today, Sunny?
I want a lawyer.
I bet you do. Too bad.
When do we get to go home?
You know how many nights I spent sleeping in interrogation rooms as a kid?
No, we're not going anywhere.
Dinner is served.
Oh. You might as well get this right on out of here.
Dinner is for people who tell the truth.
Okay.
- For real? - She's for real.
Mmm.
Oh, I'd get to talking, if I were you.
- Picking up. - Okay.
Thanks, Tanya.
So, they do the cake thing yet?
Yeah, they had a little party. It was weird.
Heller gave a speech about redemption.
He cried.
I think he was really talking about his divorce.
Hmm. That's rough.
And Franklin...
Did you know he's learning to play clarinet?
Really?
He played "Amazing Grace."
Oh, my God.
Worst part, though, was the cake.
It was gluten-free and it was like chocolate sand.
Oh, no. I'm so sorry.
You're sorry... about the cake.
Ange...
- Here you go. - Thanks.
Angie...
Excuse me. Could I get this door unlocked?
Sure. Let me get the keys.
Hey, can we just talk?
I don't wanna talk about this.
You didn't give me a choice, okay?
Are you serious?
Of course you had a choice.
You covered up a murder.
Angie.
And because of that, five more men are dead.
You didn't say anything to me.
That's what you're mad about?
- That I lied to you. - Yeah, of course I am.
And because of what you did.
Maybe it was a little hard to open up to you because I thought
you might arrest me.
And you did in front of everyone.
Can I get some help here?
You know? You're right I am so sorry that
when I arrested you for lying about murdering a man,
I didn't consider that you might get a little embarrassed
in front of your coworkers.
You blew up our life!
I blew up our life?
You blew up our life.
- I blew up... - We were building something.
We were finally in a good place. We were talking about having kids.
You...
You think I don't know that.
I fought for this relationship, for us.
I wanted it more than anything, a family.
I need this door open right now!
Did you do it on purpose?
Did you sabotage it?
Of course not.
It killed me.
Go to hell, Will.
Oh, Officer Case.
Hello, Detective Ormewood.
Oh, call me Michael or Mike or Mikey. Whatever... Whatever feels good.
- Ormewood feels good. - Yeah. That's fine too.
Thank you for coming. I hope we're not pulling you away from anything important.
Oh, here, please.
Have a seat.
Just dinner with the Austrian foreign minister.
It's not as interesting as it sounds, I promise.
Okay.
So, now that Cutter has access to the research,
how would he go about selling those secrets?
He'd hand it off in person.
This isn't the sort of thing where you want any sort of digital trail.
Keep it off-grid. Makes sense.
And if he is planning on selling to a foreign agent,
that person needs a legitimate reason
to be on US soil without raising any flags.
Something like a conference.
Yeah, APD keeps a list of events that are gonna require extra police presence.
We can look for ones that have international pull.
I have my team looking at our watch lists to see who we know in the Atlanta area.
I can draw up a list of suspects,
but it's a big city. It's gonna be a long list.
You know, we'll find him, Officer Case.
If it's the last thing I do.
I can't keep having the same conversation with you, okay?
Please, do not call me at work anymore.
- Oh. Hey. - Hey.
Um... I wasn't... I...
- Actually, I came... Can I come in? - Yes.
Obviously. Of course. This is... Yeah... This is your office. Please.
Sorry. I was just returning your shirt, and my husband called.
- You're married? - No.
Uh, kind of... No.
I am not.
We went to high school together. We were best friends, but it is over.
We're just still fighting over the cat.
I get it. My last relationship was a long one too.
Kinda still strange talking about it in past tense.
Is this the one that you arrested?
Actually, yes. You met her yesterday.
Oh.
Gotta say, though, you know, if you're looking to end things,
arresting them is a great way to make sure it sticks.
What a tip.
Yeah.
Will, you have never been anything but very kind to me, and I appreciate that.
Well, I appreciate you too.
Hmm.
Will, you were right.
Cutter approached Helen in the Alias message boards too.
I just finished reading their DMs.
What did Cutter say?
Is there anything pointing us to his identity?
He didn't say much, and Helen's still not talking.
At some point, they moved chatting
to a secure messaging app.
But before that, mostly they talked
about Helen's favorite episode of Alias,"The Telling."
Oh. Wow. That one is an intense one.
Wow, you too?
Okay, well, I guess we're watching an episode of Alias.
Can I join? My lunch was just canceled.
Oh, no. Is Bradley Cooper dead?
- Bradley Cooper is unkillable. - Wait.
Oh. Look at her fly.
- Ooh. Hell, no. - This is violent.
- Uh-oh. - She meant business, okay?
This is slow motion. You know something serious about to happen.
- Got the gun. - Don't do it. That's the...
- Too late. - Ooh!
She just shot her best friend.
Well, technically, it's her best friend's evil clone.
Yeah, but still. She's genetically identical.
Well, she actually died before this.
It was in the episode after the Super B--
Guys! She just shot her best friend.
Helen was obsessed with this episode of television.
I have an idea.
Hello, Helen.
I still don't have anything to say to you.
You were in a car accident in 2023.
You were pretty severely injured.
The driver of your car died.
Melodie Sundell.
Why are you bringing that up?
The police report said you guys were best friends.
The night she died, we were going to Cirque Du Soleil.
I was supposed to drive,
but I had a glass of wine with dinner so she took over.
Then a driver fell asleep, came into our lane and...
After that I... I couldn't do anything.
I just stayed at home and watched TV,
posted about it.
And that's when Cutter came into your life?
I was so lonely,
and he was the only one who understood me.
I couldn't believe he actually worked for the CIA.
And when he recruited me...
I don't know. My life felt like it had meaning again.
I know this is hard to hear, Helen,
but Cutter was never a CIA agent and neither are you.
He used your pain to make you believe you were part of something exciting.
He had you steal those secrets so he could sell them.
You're not the only person he reached out to either.
We have a young man in custody who just killed an innocent man.
We know from Cutter's DMs that he reached out to a dozen people
before he even messaged you.
Told them all the same things.
But if I'm not a CIA agent, then I'm just...
then I'm just a dog groomer.
And...
And I shot... I shot that man.
Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh, I'm going to jail.
I should go to jail.
Helen, you can be the key to this entire investigation.
Who knows how many other fake sleeper agents are out there.
No more dead bodies.
Will you help us?
Yes.
I need you to tell me everything you know about Cutter.
He... He lives alone. Works a lot.
He's an interesting guy, really. Easy to talk to.
He knew about a lot of different things.
Loved opera...
Opera?
Thank you, Helen.
We're gonna solve this whole thing because of you.
If Glenn wanted to sell his research,
he could have done it without killing anybody.
We would have been able to trace it back to him.
The fake spies draws attention away from him.
It's more than that. The guy's an electronic engineer.
He could be innovating new heart monitors,
instead he's building silent murder drones.
Guy gets high on power. Is Glenn in there?
Oh. potassium, that's good for you.
Glenn Evans.
Glenn.
He's not here.
- You got him? - He's gone.
All right. We think we know where he's going.
He's got a ticket to the World Grandmaster chess tournament downtown.
Okay.
He should be showing up soon if he still plans on going through with the sale.
I don't want anyone making contact until after the handoff is made.
This is bigger than a murder case now, this is about state secrets.
I need to see who he's planning on selling to and catch them in the act.
Copy that. Observe, don't approach.
None of you guys look like you play chess. Except Will.
Thank you, Sunny.
I'm offended. For all you know, I could be Grandmaster.
Ormewood, one time, you threatened to send Max to military school
because he wanted to join chess club.
It was a joke. As a single father, I love and respect both of my children.
As a single father.
- You guys have eyes on your targets? - Yep.
Zhi Muyang, the Chinese coach and Xu Xing Pei, the player.
We've long suspected Zhi of being a recruiter and Xu is his latest project.
I'm all over the Iranians. I have Mirhosseini and Azimi triangulated.
Hey, Officer Case, just so you know, I served in Afghanistan.
I speak a little Farsi if you need me to approach.
Ormewood, shut up.
Evans has no known ties to Iran or China.
Those are just his most likely targets,
but he could be meeting anyone, so stay fluid.
As for you, Agent Mitchell?
I'll let you know if he gets close to anyone else.
Glenn has arrived.
He's moving towards the tournament.
Will, you got him?
Got him. He's on the move.
He's getting close to the Chinese team.
Be ready, Polaski.
Nope. Not my team.
He's going on to Poland.
- Oh! - Hey!
Watch where you're going!
What is that?
What's he doing?
I got the shooter.
I lost Glenn. Anyone have eyes on Glenn?
I got him. He's in Poland.
They made the exchange. It's done.
He must be working for the Russians.
- The Polish player is mine. - I'm on Glenn.
GBI! Freeze!
I'm CIA! I have immunity.
Oh, honey, no you don't.
He's headed for the north doors.
I see him.
Where is that?
That's our hallway.
Don't you move.
Oh, come on.
I woulda had him!
Your state secrets, ma'am.
Thank you.
You're under arrest.
Okay. That is so badass.
Glenn! Freeze!
It's over. You're under arrest. Hands behind your back.
Let him go.
Ma'am, you are not in the CIA.
This man is a liar.
Thank you.
Yep.
Well, are you ready to tell me what happened yet?
Okay. So, this boy Beck has the locker next to mine,
and I asked him if I could look at his bio homework,
but then Daphne was like, "Stop talking to my boyfriend."
And I was like, "I wasn't."
But then she was like,
"You're a druggie hood rat."
So I walked away.
But then she came up behind me and grabbed me,
and it was...
How Cromwell grabbed you.
I don't know.
And then, I don't really remember what happened.
But I guess I hit her.
How often do you think about that day?
With Cromwell?
How would you feel about talking to someone?
Like a therapist.
No.
Listen.
You went through something really horrible.
I know how long something like that sticks to your bones, sweetie.
I'm fine.
Come with me.
Come on.
What are we doing?
You are gonna learn how to protect yourself.
My father gave me these gloves when I was your age.
Here. Put 'em on.
Now, your power comes from the ground up.
So, the first thing you're gonna need to do is plant your feet.
Come on.
All right.
Now, lemme see a punch.
Okay. Good.
Well, lemme see another one.
Okay. Now, put something in it.
Give me a real punch.
There you go. Put a face on it.
- Hey. - Hey.
Officer Case leave already?
Yeah. First flight out.
Too bad. I was really rooting for you two.
Yeah. Well, I don't think it would have worked out between us.
Why not?
Well, she asked me for Polaski's number. So...
There's that.
Besides... I mean, what do I have to offer?
Taco Tuesdays at Jimmy's Bean Hut?
You okay, Ormewood?
Not really.
No, I mean...
This divorce is bleeding me dry. I'm barely holding on to my house.
I just... Lemme give you a piece of advice, Mitchell.
You ever get married, get a prenup.
I don't care how in love you are.
Get a prenup.
I'm sorry.
That's tough.
Thanks.
Hey, I know it's not Tuesday, but, um...
What?
You doing anything right now?
Because we just survived a hurricane of awkwardness from our partners.
- You got that right. - And I've never been to Jimmy's Bean Hut.
Oh, man. You're gonna love it.
They have a fried burrito al Jimmy. It's gonna blow your mind.
They start off with a half pound of cheese, right? And it sounds like a lot...
Evans was able to accomplish all this because he was an astute observer.
He recognized the epidemic of loneliness in our culture and took advantage of that.
Hey, Will.
Just wanted to let you know, the paperwork's in the box.
Thanks.
Yep.
I'm sorry, is that a smartphone?
A lot's changed in six months.
I guess so.
Hey.
I know things are...
intense right now.
But, um...
I just miss my best friend.
I know.
Me too.
I hope we can...
somehow get past this.
I don't think so, Will.
Not this time. I've had a lot of time to think about this.
Yeah, me too.
You did what you had to do.
And you did what you had to do...
but everything is different now, and it's not gonna go back
to how it was before.
Yeah.
I know.
We're not lovers.
We're not...
friends.
We're coworkers.
We've been saving each other and pushing each other forward
and pulling each other back since we were seven years old.
We can just stop.
I'm not sure I know how.
You're already moving on.
You just don't realize it yet.
Wilbur Trent...
I release you.