Olive had been up since dawn, scrolling through old photos, digging through archives, comparing blurry party shots and tagged group pictures—names she couldn't trace, faces that weren’t in any employment system, guests whose identities seemed too clean to be real.

She was this close to going crazy.

She never knew it was going to be this hard. It's excruciating.

She hadn’t made much headway. Most leads had led nowhere. But ...