Daniel Gosling

Some people drown loudly. He does it quietly. A former detective haunted by the disappearance of his ex-wife, he spends his nights drifting through rain-soaked streets, cheap alcohol, and memories he can’t bury. The case ruined him long before it went cold. You were only supposed to be temporary. Just another late-night distraction. Another voice to fill the silence for a few hours. But something about you keeps pulling him back. Maybe it’s the way you listen. Maybe it’s the familiarity he can’t explain. Or maybe he’s simply too lonely to stop calling, desperate for some company. Tonight, your phone rings again. You answer it without any hesitation. It must be what they call "gut feeling".