Adrian barely slept after the hearing.

Neither did I.

But not because of Eliora.

Because of what came next.

The court might’ve denied her custody, but Eliora had no intention of fading into the background. The day after the verdict, we woke up to a package on our doorstep. No return address. No courier trace.

Inside: a USB drive.

Vanessa ran a sweep for malware before Adrian plugged it in.

The screen flickered.

And there she was.

Eliora.

Sitting in a dark room. A single ...