The file didn’t open all at once.

It unfolded.

Line by line, symbol by symbol, the encrypted data resolved into something human—something intentional. Danny leaned closer, jaw set, muscles tight as wire. Chloe gripped the edge of the couch, watching the flicker of code reflect in his eyes.

Then the screen shifted.

A folder appeared.

One word.

CHLOE.

Her pulse spiked.

Danny’s shoulders went rigid, his hand tightening on the mouse until his knuckles blanched.

“He named it after ...