The dining room was silent.
The tiny USB drive lay in Marcus’s palm.
A strip of white tape wrapped around it.
In neat handwriting were four words.
For Emily. Not Marcus.
Marcus looked at the drive for a long moment before placing it on the table.
“No.”
Emily frowned.
“What?”
“We don’t divide.”
He looked around the room.
“That’s exactly what whoever sent this wants.”
Richard nodded.
“If one person knows something the others don’t, trust starts to break.”
Marcus slid the USB toward Emily.
“But it’s still your choice.”
Emily looked at the tiny device.
Then back at everyone in the room.
She slowly nodded.
“We watch it together.”
Jonathan smiled faintly.
“Your father would’ve been proud of that decision.”
⸻
The Video
Ethan connected the USB to an isolated laptop.
After
