David's POV

It was exactly on the morning of Philip’s death anniversary that I found out. I sat in the room, the blue light of my laptop screen stinging my eyes. I was trying to focus on work.

The door opened. I didn't have to look up to know it was Andrea. She walked over and tossed her phone onto my desk.

"What’s this?" I asked, my voice flat.

"Go on," she whispered, a mean smile on her face. "Watch it. I think you’ll find it very interesting."

"Andrea, I’m working."

"Just watch it, David," she snapped.

I picked up the phone and pressed play.

The air left my lungs....