What Was On The Drive
Aria
I found it by accident.
Sophia had handed me the drive twenty minutes after Caden left, told me to keep it safe, and gone to make coffee in the kitchen like a woman who had just blown up her entire life and needed something warm to hold afterward. I understood that. I respected it.
What I didn’t do was leave the drive sitting on the desk untouched.
I know. I know. It wasn’t mine to look at. Caden should have been the first one through it. But it was six in the morning and I was running on no sleep and a terrifying amount of adrenaline and the drive was right there and my business degree apparently comes with a compulsive need to look at documents when I’m anxious.
I plugged it into Caden’s laptop.
The filing system was meticulous. Years of folders, labeled
