Hadley's POV.
For the entire week that followed, I practically lived at Walker Technologies' research and development center.
I wrote code, ran debugging tests, optimized algorithms, reviewed every line for potential security vulnerabilities, and attended meetings with the business and legal teams that stretched late into the night.
I pushed myself to the limit. Only when I was completely exhausted could I temporarily stop seeing Caroline's pale face and feeling the icy coldness of my mother's fingertips in my memory.
Caleb had been right.
I was once a top-tier programmer.
The instincts etched into my bones hadn't faded during my years of marriage. If anything, the pain and relentless focus had sharpened them even further.
On the day of the product launch, I chose
