Jake Wilson sat in his office, staring at the screen. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating. He had done this search a hundred times in his mind but never had the nerve to actually type it out.
But tonight was different.
His hands moved on their own.
"Ethan Carter, Kaiserslautern, death."
The results loaded instantly.
The headlines felt like a punch to the gut.
"One Year Since the Loss of Ethan Carter – Kaiserslautern's Unfinished Story."
"A Manager's Last Victory: The Night That Took Ethan Carter."
"Remembering The Cursed Manager: Fans Gather to Honor Carter's Legacy."
Jake leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly.
He knew this day would come—the day he would finally confront his past, acknowledge the man he used to be. But knowing and facing it were two different things.
A memorial.
They were holding a memorial for him.
For Ethan Carter.
For the man he used to be.
