No longer would he allow those responsible for stealing so much love and promise from his daughter —and the world—escape unscathed.

He thought of the ones who died without a name in those towers, “but the regrets are useless,” he thought to himself. He had become a victim himself—a pawn in a grand tragedy orchestrated by faceless figures with their own twisted agendas. His grief became clarity. His sorrow became fuel. No longer would the tales from another broken home divert Erik from his pursuit of justice. No longer would he allow those responsible for stealing so much love and promise from his daughter —and the world—escape unscathed.