I had spent the entire night at my office, poring over the notes scattered across my desk.
My eyes grew tired, but I could not rest until I made sense of the puzzle before me.
I flipped through pages and files, trying to connect the dots between the names, dates, and faces.
Then, suddenly, it hit me. The man I had seen at the club was not a random stranger.
His face was familiar. I knew him from before just as I'd thought.
My heart pounded as I began to piece together what I had discovered so far.
I looked at the faded photograph I had tucked inside a notebook.
There, in the blurry image of a crowded room, was a man with a strong jawline and deep-set eyes.
I had seen that face before, so many times in the past few years.
My mind raced as I recall old memories and hints I had long ignored.
I could not believe I had been so blind. The man's face had sparked a memory, a flicker of recognition, and now I understood why.
