Ethan and I returned to our homeland.

Standing on this familiar soil felt profoundly comforting.

I saw Gene Wells again at a formal dinner.

He shamelessly courted his business partners, no longer the confident young man he once was.

What remained was nothing but a mess and mud.

When I signed that contract ten years ago, I had high hopes for him.

I yearned for him to rise from the shadows and embrace the light.

Instead, I found myself stepping into an abyss, only now able to escape.

Isn’t it like being resurrected from the dead?

I was surrounded by business moguls as I took my seat.

Gene Wells, noticing...