Elden
I watched the file upload to the secure server. It was a heavy, high-definition ghost that was about to haunt Derek for the rest of his life.
I didn't feel a shred of guilt. I didn't feel a shred of mercy.
I looked at Gabriella, who was curled up on the bed, her skin glowing and her breath finally leveling out. She looked reborn. She looked like a woman who had finally found the ground beneath her feet.
"It’s sent," I said, my voice a low rumble in the quiet room.
I’d sent it as an anonymous link. No warning. No text. Just a digital bomb dropped directly into his inbox while he was likely sitting in some hotel bar trying to drink away the reality of his bankruptcy.
The final scene of the video played back on my screen for a second. It was the three of us—me, Arden, and Brent—st
