MIRA

The moment Jackson inserts the flash drive into the laptop, I feel something inside me tighten. A cold, instinctive pull at the base of my spine which seemed like a warning that whatever we're about to see will cross a line we can't uncross.

The loading symbol spins twice, then the screen fills with static, a low hum fills the room and Jackson leans forward with his jaw clenches so tightly the muscles jump under his skin.

The first clip appears, and I inhale sharply. It's… my old ...