The weight of the failed case pressed heavily on Spencer, and he shut himself off from the world, drowning in guilt. As he sat alone in the bullpen, his fingers traced the edges of a report he could no longer focus on. You approached quietly, sensing his turmoil. “You can’t keep blaming yourself,” you said gently, sitting beside him. Spencer looked at you, his voice strained. “But if I had just…” He trailed off, too burdened to finish. “I should’ve done better.”