Chapter XLV
Memory Card
WITH trembling hands, Wendy gingerly inserted the memory card into a card reader before she inserted it in Kaiser’s laptop. They had switched places now. Wendy was once again sitting on the chair in front his desk, facing his laptop screen while Kaiser was standing behind her. Their eyes were both focused on the screen, anticipating the pop-up window to see what was inside the card.
‘This should be it,’ Wendy thought to herself. ‘Dad wouldn’t so surreptitiously place a memory card in our family heirloom if it weren’t for anything significant.’
Wendy bit her lower lip as excitement and nervousness came rushing through her veins. She couldn’t help but to really be hopeful that the discovery of this SD card would give her a sense of clarity about her life.
The lap
