Then I looked at the green code glowing on her laptop screen.

The exact same string of logic sat in her father’s logs.

“He didn’t even bother to change the variable names,” Clara said.

I tapped my wedding ring against the wooden table.

The gold made a sharp, rhythmic sound against the oak.

Every time it hit the surface, another piece of my four lost years broke away.

Aaron had not built an empire.

He had stolen one and put his name on the front door.