The file loaded.

It wasn’t schematics, or contracts, or some cold Grayson briefing. It was a video. Home videos.

Eva’s throat closed when she saw it.

Hanna’s face, flushed with laughter, filled the frame. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a messy knot, eyes bright with the kind of warmth Eva had never managed to imitate. She was holding Sophia—tiny, swaddled, barely a month old—up to the camera, her voice full of mischief.

“She already knows she’s smarter than us,” Hanna ...