Ryan didn't sleep.
Instead, he watched the ultrasound photo until his eyes burned, then opened every archive he'd avoided for three years.
Security footage.
HR records.
Old medical reimbursements Emma had quietly submitted and then revoked.
And finally—a hospital intake form dated a week before her sentencing.
“Miscarriage due to stress-induced complications," the attending physician had written.
He covered his mouth with his hand.
Then stood.
And began making calls.
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By morning, Ryan had one name.
Logan Case.
Freelance hacker. History of digital leaks. Contracted through an encrypted alias tied to Rebecca Grant's private charity fund.
Ryan didn't flinch.
He called her directly.
“Rebecca."
“Ryan," she said brightly. “I assume you've seen the fallout? It's quite dramatic
