Chapter 003: The File That Shouldn’t Exist
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The file took seven seconds to open.
Aurora counted every one of them.
The archive server was not supposed to move this slowly. Even after years of neglect, the system should have responded faster than this. Unless the file had not simply been stored there.
Unless someone had hidden it.
On the eighth second, the document loaded.
ASHBOURNE_PROTOCOL_FINAL.pdf
For a moment, Aurora did not touch the keyboard.
The name on the screen should not have meant anything to her. Ashbourne was York’s world, not hers. Old money. Private hospitals. Charitable foundations with polished websites and carefully photographed donors.
Yet the file had been buried inside St. Matthew’s archive server.
Inside her archive server.
Aurora clicked the first page.
Project Ashbourne Protocol
Joint Research Initiative
Ashbourne Foundation. St. Matthew’s Medical Research Centre. Northbridge University. Ellery Children’s Hospital.
Her breath slowed.
This was not a marriage file.
This was a medical research programme.
The first page was dated twelve years ago. The second contained a confidentiality notice so aggressively worded it felt less like a legal warning and more like a threat. The third page listed restricted access levels, funding codes, and a committee structure that should never have passed public ethics review.
Aurora scrolled.
Subject monitoring.
Genetic response mapping.
Cognitive development markers.
Paediatric observation group.
A cold feeling moved through her stomach.
Children.
The word sat there, clinical and clean, pretending not to be monstrous.
Aurora leaned closer to the screen.
Most of the names had been removed. Black bars cut across the document like wounds. Researchers. Locations. Medical notes. Transfer records. Entire paragraphs had been erased.
But not everything.
One name remained visible on a contributor list near the middle of the report.
Dr. Celeste Solis.
Aurora stopped breathing.
Her mother’s name did not belong there.
Celeste Solis was not supposed to have worked on corporate-funded projects. Aunt Vivian had always said her mother had been a quiet hospital researcher. Brilliant, yes, but ordinary. A woman who loved late-night tea, old notebooks, and lullabies in languages Aurora could no longer remember clearly.
Not this.
Not a restricted Ashbourne programme buried in a server no one was meant to touch.
Aurora clicked the contributor profile.
Access denied.
She tried again with a different route.
Access denied.
A third attempt triggered a warning banner across the screen.
Unauthorised access attempt recorded.
Aurora’s hands went still above the keyboard.
Recorded by whom?
* * *
Across the city, York Ashbourne watched Nathan Reed pace the length of his office.
“This is exactly why predictable people are useful,” Nathan said. “They do not open sealed research files before breakfast.”
York did not look away from his monitor. “It is after midnight.”
“That is not the point.”
“It rarely is with you.”
Nathan stopped pacing. “Your internal security team just flagged movement inside an old Ashbourne Foundation archive. Someone accessed a restricted protocol file.”
York’s expression did not change, but his attention sharpened.
“Which file?”
Nathan hesitated.
That was answer enough.
York turned the screen towards himself.
ASHBOURNE_PROTOCOL_FINAL.pdf
For the first time that night, the room felt too quiet.
Nathan lowered his voice. “That file was supposed to be dead.”
York read the access trail. The user path had been disguised, rerouted, and masked through an old St. Matthew’s maintenance credential.
Clumsy in two places.
Elegant in four.
Not a professional black-hat signature.
Not an amateur either.
York’s mouth curved faintly.
Nathan noticed and looked horrified. “Please tell me that is not admiration.”
“It is assessment.”
“It looks like admiration.”
York ignored him. “Who opened it?”
Nathan checked the line again. “The access point traces back to a private residential network.”
He paused.
“Aurora Solis.”
York leaned back slowly.
A woman with no power, no reputation, and no reason to understand old Ashbourne infrastructure had just opened a file buried deeper than most board members knew existed.
Interesting no longer felt like a strong enough word.
* * *
Aurora did not know someone else was now watching the file.
She only knew the warning banner had disappeared, replaced by the final section of the document.
Subject Outcomes
Her pulse beat once, hard.
The list was incomplete.
Most names had been removed. Dates, locations, guardians, all blacked out. Some records had been destroyed so completely that only fragments remained.
Subject 006: Deceased.
Subject 009: Transferred.
Subject 011: Data corrupted.
Subject 013: Status unknown.
Then one line appeared untouched.
Subject 014
Status: Missing
Location: Unknown
Potential Genetic Success: Exceptionally High
Aurora frowned.
An image file was attached beneath the record.
She opened it.
The photograph was old, blurred at the edges, and slightly faded by repeated scanning. A little girl stood outside a hospital building, one hand wrapped around the ear of a stuffed rabbit almost as large as her arm.
Brown coat.
Dark hair.
Five years old, perhaps.
Aurora stared at the rabbit.
The room tilted.
She still had that rabbit.
It was packed inside a storage box beneath her bed, hidden under university notes, spare cables, and things she had told herself she no longer needed.
Her fingers trembled as she opened the metadata tab.
Estimated Current Age: 24
Twenty-four.
Her exact age.
Aurora looked from the photograph to the line above it.
Missing.
Unknown.
Exceptionally High.
For years, she had searched for answers about her mother. About the accident. About the childhood memories that never quite formed a straight line.
Now a far worse possibility opened in front of her.
What if her mother had not simply disappeared from the story?
What if her mother had been trying to hide her inside it?
The laptop screen flickered.
Aurora froze.
A new window appeared over the document.
No sender.
No timestamp.
Only four words.
RUN.
THEY FOUND YOU.
End of Chapter 3
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