The laptop shouldn’t have mattered.
That’s what I told myself as I sat on the floor of my room, the curtains drawn, the door locked, the entire house quiet around me.
It was just another thing recovered from the crash.
Just another piece of my father’s life.
Just another dead end.
That’s what it should have been.
But the moment I turned it on…
I knew it wasn’t.
The screen flickered once.
Then came to life.
My father’s desktop.
Unchanged.
Unfinished.
Waiting.
My chest tightened.
For a second, I didn’t touch anything.
I just stared at it.
Because this—
This was the closest I had been to him since the accident.
The closest I had been to whatever he was working on.
“Okay,” I whispered.
My voice sounded too loud in the quiet room.
I exhaled slowly.
Then moved the cursor.
