You know that feeling when your world shifts by one pixel? Not enough to notice right away, but just enough to know something’s off? Yeah. That was me.
After Dad dropped the "Your laptop might’ve been used to commit a cybercrime" bomb, I didn’t sleep. Not even a little.
I sat cross-legged on my bed, laptop open, caffeine IV drip (okay, Red Bull), and Chloe pacing like we were on the set of some crime-thriller Netflix show.
"So you're telling me someone used your laptop to break into federal servers, plant school files, and frame Alexis as the lone wolf when clearly there’s a bigger player in the game?"
"That’s exactly what I’m saying," I muttered.
"Okay, hot. Scary, but hot."
I groaned. "Chloe. Focus."
She flopped down next to me, fingers already tapping on her phone. "I’m calling J
