Ray's fingers hovered over the keyboard, his brows furrowing in concentration as he stared at the locked file. His gaze flicked back to the photo of Esme and the others on the picnic, her radiant smile frozen in time. He reached out instinctively, his thumb brushing over her face on the screen as though he could feel the warmth of that day through the cold glass.
"What are you hiding, Esme?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. The question echoed in the silence of the room, unanswered but lingering, heavy.
Shaking his head, he tried to redirect his thoughts, forcing himself to focus. He clicked through the other files on the laptop, hoping to find something—anything—that might provide a clue. But as each file opened, his confusion deepened. Every single one of them was empty.
