Stanley's POV

Nolan's hands raced over the keyboard, his eyes locked on Serena's system like he was in a fight. He was so focused the air was thickening. I stood by and saw the numbers roll down the screen, green lines shooting up and down, blinking symbols that meant nothing to me. I stayed back but my chest was tight. It was like observing a storm through glass, unable to prevent it, unable to alter anything.

Serena sat stiffly beside me. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself ...