Two weeks after our visit to the Exchange, Reyes calls with news that shatters the peaceful rhythm our family has settled into.
"Sevric, I need you to come in," she says, voice carrying none of her usual measured calm. "Something's surfaced. Something connected to the original network that we thought was completely closed."
I meet her at the task force office within the hour, Talia beside me, both of us bracing for whatever's disrupted years of assumed resolution.
"We've been monitoring financial patterns as a precaution," Reyes explains, spreading fresh documentation across her desk. "Standard practice, even after formal closure. Three months ago, we started noticing something. Small transactions, careful, deliberately structured to avoid triggering the exact detection algorithms we bu
