I married a man forty-one years my senior for his fortune—After his funeral, his lawyer handed me a box and said, “He made sure you received exactly what you deserved.”…

really wasn’t getting the fortune.”

Russell looked at me.

“Not exactly.”

I folded my arms.

“What did I get?”

Russell smiled.

“The farmhouse.”

I stared around.

“This?”

“And everything beneath it.”

The archive.

Margaret nodded.

“Legally, this property belongs to you now.”

My mouth fell open.

“You gave me the most dangerous thing you owned?”

Russell’s smile faded.

“I gave you a choice.”

“A choice about what?”

“What survives.”

The sirens were louder now.

Margaret looked at the terminal.

“There are two master commands.”

One button read RELEASE.

The other read DELETE.

Russell looked at me.

“Once law enforcement arrives, the choice will no longer be ours.”

I stared at him.

“You want me to decide?”

“Yes.”

Hayes stepped forward.

“Delete it.”

Claire said, “No.”

Daniel looked at her.

“You want it released?”

“My mother died because people spent years protecting secrets.”

Hayes shook his head.

“You’re emotional.”

She turned

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