"Ms. Emily, I cannot stop you. But be careful what lengths you'd go to in search of the truth," the butler said, his tone almost paternal as he cleared his throat and turned to leave the room.
A sigh of relief escaped Emily’s lips as the door clicked shut. She was alone again, free to continue her search. There was only one place left unchecked: Edward's computer. She turned it on, and the screen popped up with a lock screen, demanding a password.
"f*****g password," she muttered under her breath.
For a moment, her mind went blank. It struck her how little she knew about Edward, even after all this time. His date of birth, his favorite things—nothing came to mind. Desperation pushed her to try anything she could think of. She typed in random guesses, but each one failed. Fifteen attempt
