[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":10},["ShallowReactive",2],{"viewer-data-260322AB8D26-487":3},{"id":4,"number":5,"name":6,"content":7,"isLocked":8,"price":9,"hasRead":8},487,10,"Chapter 10: The Empty Screen","\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Alan Moore stood by the shimmering edge of Mirror Lake, dressed in a faded shirt layered under a rugged photography vest.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">It was a place he had only ever seen in the pages of books during his youth. Back home, Charlotte used to mock this look, calling him a senile eccentric who didn't know the first thing about keeping up appearances. Alan didn't care. To him, the extra pockets were nothing short of a miracle; they held his brushes, his film canisters, and his newfound sense of utility.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Alan, come on over! The light is perfect right here!\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Judith Palmer, a retired doctor and fellow shutterbug from his travel group, waved him over. This circle of seniors felt like a strange, comfortable puzzle where every piece had the same jagged, worn-down edges. They had spent decades grinding themselves into dust for the sake of others, and now, they were finally treating themselves to a look at the world.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Alan walked toward her, his movements a little stiff, his hand still gripping a paintbrush.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Don't be so uptight, relax!\" Judith laughed, nudging him into position. \"Alan, shoulders back. Look at you—even with the gray, you’ve got that refined, scholarly air about you. You can tell you’ve got a head full of stories.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">She gestured toward the vast expanse of the lake. \"Look at this water. We’ve spent a lifetime serving everyone else; this place is for us to wash all that grime away.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Alan looked into the lens, and for the first time in years, his brow smoothed out. A genuine, gentle smile reached his eyes.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Judith, I used to think I was anchored to the past,\" Alan said softly, his voice catching the breeze coming off the lake. \"Once the kids were grown, I thought I was just meant to rot in that empty house, waiting for the end.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"I never imagined the world could be this wide,\" he whispered. \"Or the sky this high.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Oh, you’ve seen nothing yet!\" Gregory Webb chimed in, lugging a heavy tripod over his shoulder. \"Next week, we’re heading to Sun Valley, then it’s off to the islands. Hey, Alan, you get your passport sorted?\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Alan touched the hard, familiar outline of the booklet in his inner pocket and nodded. \"All set.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">He had never been much of a traveler, but he was literate, and he knew how to read a map. Along this journey, he discovered that he wasn't the burden his family had painted him to be. He could paint. He could write poetry. He could help the ladies in the group haul their luggage without breaking a sweat.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">He was the person he had been before he became a shadow.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">That night, the group gathered in the courtyard of the guesthouse for a barbecue. Alan sat by the charcoal grill, flipping skewers with a practiced hand. His grilling was legendary in the group, and the compliments were endless.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">He glanced down at his phone. The screen was a chaotic mosaic of missed calls: Luciana, Brody, Charlotte.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Then, the messages started to chime:\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Dad, I’m sorry. Felix is in the hospital. He keeps calling for his grandpa...\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Alan, I know the truth now. I’ll make sure that fraud Killian Daniels pays for what he did. Please, come home. This family can’t function without you.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Alan stared at the red notification bubbles. In the past, a single one would have sent his heart into a frantic, suffocating panic. He would have been terrified of missing a call, terrified of failing a domestic duty.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Now, he just moved his finger with cold, clinical calm. He navigated to the settings, tapped the function Judith had shown him, and clicked \"Delete all records and block contact.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">The screen went black, then clear. Perfectly empty.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"Alan? Where’d you go? You’re a million miles away.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Judith handed him a warm cup of black tea. \"Here, soothe your throat. To the rest of the trip—may it be as effortless as this!\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">Alan took the cup. The heat traced a comforting path down his throat.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">\"I was just thinking,\" he said, setting the cup down and standing up to join his friends by the bonfire. \"I spent thirty years thinking I couldn't survive without them.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">He looked at the group of people laughing under the stars. \"It turns out, they never deserved to have me in the first place.\"\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">At that moment, there wasn't a trace left of the timid, apron-clad househusband. He wasn't someone else's accessory. He wasn't a cog in their machine.\u003C/p>\u003Cp class=\"chapter-paragraph\">He was Alan Moore. A free man who had only just begun to see the world.\u003C/p>",false,0,1774272925647]