I read it.
ELENA_WALKER_FINAL
My mouth went dry.
“That’s my name.”
“Yes.”
“Why would she have a file on me?”
“We don’t know.”
“When was it created?”
“Seven months ago.”
I stared at him.
Seven months.
Before the separation.
Before the photographs of Ethan and Rebecca.
Before I called Marisol.
Before I booked a flight to Houston.
“You didn’t know me seven months ago.”
“No.”
“Claire didn’t know me.”
“I don’t know.”
I looked at Daniel.
“What’s the password?”
“We haven’t broken it.”
“Can you?”
“Probably.”
Adrian immediately added, “Not without authorization.”
I appreciated that he said it before I had to.
“Whose authorization?”
“The file was created under Claire’s employee credentials on company equipment. Legal is reviewing access.”
I stared at the printed filename.
My entire life reduced to capital letters and an underscore.
“What if she made it because of Ethan?”
