Page 43 of Unbreak Me

Was it more respectful to honor his request, which might have been born out of fear, or to do what truly needed to be done and bring him justice?

I needed to start somewhere.

I needed a strategy.

I needed to act.

Suddenly, I remembered something Day had mentioned, and a shiver ran down my spine. It could be the first domino to fall.

So I grabbed my phone and called Frank.

"Frank, I have a question for you."

Frank, surprised I was calling so late, sounded grumpy.

"Don't you have better things to do right now, Jan?"

"Does your IT department have access to City Hall’s surveillance cameras?"

"That’s not our domain—it’s handled by security. But… I could probably get access. I’ve known the head of security for years. Why do you ask?"

I still had the news page about the Fergusons open on my screen—their son’s birthday was listed there.

"Would you be able to get me footage from those cameras on the date I’m texting you now?"

Frank cleared his throat. "What’s going on, Jan? That’s a very strange request, and accessing footage from such cameras is certainly not easy. I suspect they’re stored in some archive, on a server belonging to the security company contracted by the city."

"Uncle, this is very important. Extremely important! I need footage from the entire workday, from the whole facility."

There was a silence, and then he suddenly asked if it was about Day.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I could reveal such things or if Day would want me to, but I had to tell Uncle something to start with.

"Yes, something bad happened to Day that day, right on the premises of City Hall. Then, he was falsely accused of something he didn’t do, and I want to know if there’s any data confirming what happened."

"That was almost two years ago. Hardly anyone stores such archival footage from cameras; the disks are overwritten. But I can try to find out. Maybe some miracle happened, and those recordings still exist."

"Please, look into it. It’s super important."

He hesitated. "How do you plan to use this footage, Jan? You know these are delicate matters. First and foremost, Day would have to agree…"

"First we need to establish if there’s even any evidence. If not, I’ll have to find another way to make things right for Day."

There was a moment of silence, then Frank said, "We’ll be in touch," and hung up.

I felt a small wave of hope creep into my mind. Frank was a nagging son of a bitch, but he also had his heart in the right place. Maybe with his help, I could do something—seek revenge on Day’s behalf. I couldn’t allow that monster to gain more power—a public position!

I returned to my room on the second floor and sat on the bed, pressing my hands to my face. I was filled with despair and anger, and a whole ocean of negative emotions.

I’d never wanted to kill another human being—until today. But I could do the next best thing—destroy him, make him live through every agonizing minute as everything he had crumbled to dust.

Suddenly, I heard coughing sounds. So I jumped up and ran to Day’s room.

"Everything okay?" I asked from the doorway.

"Uhhh… I didn’t make it to the bowl," he murmured apologetically and coughed again.

The room was dimly lit; I approached the bed and saw him half-sitting, half-lying on its edge. I immediately understood what had happened. Day had vomited all over his T-shirt—some of it landed on the sheets, and some also made it into the bowl.

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