I Caught My Neighbor Pooping On My Doorstep – I Showed His Wife And All Hell Broke Loose

Interrogating memories

He asked for more information about Jacob, pushing her memories to the limit. “What was he like?” Alex would ask, his tone impatient.

She rummaged through old thoughts, trying to piece together any detail that might be useful. “Jacob was… charming but distant,” she recalled.

“We were young and irresponsible.” Alex scribbled notes, barely glancing up. She sensed he was searching for something specific, something that she was perhaps unknowingly withholding.