derry-meyers

For Sarah. This story, in its darkest corners and most desperate pleas, is born from the echo of your absence. It’s for the silence you left behind, a silence so profound it began to hum with other voices. To the spectral whispers that found their way through the cracks in my grief, the fragmented echoes of lives cut short and truths buried too deep: your stories will not remain untold. This is for every soul that cries out from the shadows, for every injustice that festers in the forgotten files, for every detective who has stared into the abyss and found themselves staring back. And to those who walk through the veil, unseen and unheard by most, may this work be a testament to your enduring presence and the justice you so fiercely deserve. May the light of understanding, however dim, find its way into the darkest corners of our world, illuminating the paths of those who are lost, and bringing peace to those who seek it, both living and dead. This is for the fight against the lingering darkness, for the hope that even in the deepest despair, truth can still be found, and redemption, however hard-won, is always possible. For the ones who refuse to be forgotten.