Moonlight shimmered on the glassy surface of the lake as Zora Su and Sebastian Qiao stepped onto the villa's private dock. The night air was cool, scented with pine and the faint tang of ozone. Behind them, the villa's greenhouse glowed warmly, but tonight Zora sensed the past calling more urgently than comfort ever could.
Sebastian held two slender flash drives between his fingertips. “I've set up something for you," he said quietly.
Zora tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her dark eyes.
“At the gallery," he continued, “I've arranged a private exhibition—just for us. All the crash artifacts, forensic photos, the burnt fragments of Su Yao's forged letter." He handed her one of the drives. “This has the digital scans. You'll recognize it."
Zora's breath caught. Her fingers closed
