It had been approximately five hours since Oliver had gotten out of prison—and he’d already been informed that James was dead. His friend—his best friend… more than that. It was like the world collapsed beneath him. His heart was internally being ripped and teared apart in the most torturous way, his mind was spiraling, his breathing growing impatient and laborious. James is gone, drowned, and he knew nothing now; all he had was James’ suicide note, which was an obscure excerpt from Pericles.