Devon’s POV
Brooklyn had found an encrypted file on Christian’s computer, but it was password-protected. She has yet to crack the password, even with the passwords we both came up with. Giselle’s name, their anniversary, her death, even his pet cat’s name.
“Try his son’s name,” mother suggested at lunch when Laken and I were discussing different possibilities of passwords.
“His son?” I asked her.
“Yes, Jeremiah Christian,” she explained to me. “Such a big name for such a little boy.” She sat back and smiled. “He looked so much like his father, with his mother’s dark auburn hair. Jeremiah fought so hard to live, but his little body couldn’t handle being outside his mother’s womb. Christian was holding him when he took his last breath. It almost sent that man into a spiral of destructio
