The screen flickered again, the corrupted data struggling to hold itself together. Kane sat beside me, hunched over the console, her fingers flying across the keyboard in a desperate attempt to force the system to give up its secrets. The glow of the interface casts harsh shadows on her face, highlighting the tension in her jaw and the set of her shoulders.
I tried to ignore the tight knot in my stomach, but it was impossible. The files we had decrypted so far had already turned my world inside out.
I wasn’t supposed to exist.
The Overseers had tried to erase me—tried and failed.
But why?
Kane’s sharp intake of breath snapped me out of my thoughts.
"I think I’ve got something," she muttered. The words scrolled across the screen, fragmented but still readable. Her eyes flicked over th
