Maya's POV
Sebastian hunched over our dining table, surrounded by towers of documents and printouts. For over two hours, he'd been methodically combing through the digital evidence Julian had extracted from Bianca's computer. External drives, email printouts, login credentials, chat logs, screenshots of financial transactions—an overwhelming collection of data scattered across our table like fragments of a sinister jigsaw puzzle.
I approached with two freshly brewed cups of coffee, watching his shoulders strain with tension. "Discovered anything useful?"
A weary sigh escaped his lips as he dragged his fingers through his disheveled hair. The fatigue etched across his features was unmistakable—dark shadows beneath his eyes betrayed sleepless nights and relentless worry.
