at me.
“Cancel it.”
I shook my head.
“She’ll kill us anyway.”
“Maybe.”
“Russell—”
“Cancel it.”
I looked at him.
For years, his entire life had been about controlling outcomes.
Now he was asking me to destroy his final chance at redemption.
To save us.
The transfer reached 40%.
Then Claire stepped beside me.
“No.”
Russell turned.
“Claire.”
“If Mom died because everyone kept hiding the truth, then we don’t hide it anymore.”
Daniel joined her.
“She’s right.”
Margaret whispered, “The transfer needs four more minutes.”
Rebecca’s voice came through.
“You have thirty seconds.”
Russell looked at his children.
Something broke open in his face.
Pride.
Pain.
Love.
All mixed together.
“You’re both impossible.”
Claire almost smiled.
“Genetics.”
I turned to Margaret.
“Can we speed it up?”
“Maybe.”
She started typing.
Rebecca began counting.
“Twenty-nine.”
Margaret rerouted power.
“Twenty-eight.”
The transfer jumped.
47%.
“Twenty-seven.”
Daniel locked the server room door.
