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“Now we find the emails,” she said.

All her optimism quickly evaporated. As they slogged through menus and spent almost an hour trying to connect to the internet, Reese was thrown yet another roadblock. She couldn’t log in to her email because she didn’t remember the password and she hadn’t stored any of the old emails on her computer. Her recovery email no longer existed, so resetting the password was impossible. Before she and Cam knew it, almost three hours had passed and had it not been for her phone ringing, they may have kept on trying.

“Damn. It’s John,” Reese said. She took the call and Reese had barely said a hello when John launched into his reason for calling.

“I’ve talked to some people, and we’ve come up with a script for your call to Jennifer. Can we do it tonight?”

“Tonight? No. I’m on the cusp of finding old texts and emails. If I can find those, there is no need for an apology or statement.”

John was silent for a long moment. Reese took that to mean he was thinking or stewing, and hopefully not both. He cleared his throat and Reese braced herself. “What have you found so far?” he asked diplomatically.

“Well, the phone isn’t working. We’ve ordered a new battery. We’re trying to figure out my old password for the emails. That’s where we are.”

“So you’re nowhere.”

She cringed. “Once I get the new battery for the phone, it could solve all my problems.”

“And how long will that take?”

“A few days.”

“Reese, you don’t have a few days. You don’t even have a few hours. The longer we don’t do something about this, the worse it gets for you. Look, I’ll give you until tomorrow. If you can’t access the emails or the texts, we go with the apology. Okay?”

She knew he wasn’t wrong. “Fine.”

“I know this is upsetting to you,” John said, his voice softening. “It’s a terrible situation. So this is what we’ll do. If you can’t get into this laptop or phone, you give it to me and I’ll find someone who can. And when we find the evidence that proves Jennifer is a piece of shit, we’ll show the world that you were the victim. Okay?”

“Yes, fine.”

She ended the call and turned to Cam. “We have until tomorrow morning to crack this laptop. We better get started.”

* * *

As it neared midnight, Reese was no closer to cracking the password to her emails. She’d tried everything she could think of but kept coming up empty. The frustration was raw, and it made her want to cry. At one point, Cam put his arm around her and gave her a big hug. He had no idea how much he meant to her.

“I think it’s time to call it a day,” he said. “Get some rest, and maybe in the morning something will come to you.”

“I hope so,” she said, shutting the laptop. “I feel bad that you’ve come here to prop me up.”

“That’s what friends do,” he said, putting his arm around her shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

“It’s been all about me. We should spend some time talking about you.”

His eyebrows creased, but he quickly shook his head. “No need. I’m fine.”

She knew him well enough to know that wasn’t true.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Everything is fine. It’s been a long day. We should both get our sleep.”

He went to his room and Reese wanted to pursue it more, but maybe he was right. It had been a long day. She grabbed her phone and noticed a few texts from Jordy. How had she missed them? She texted him back, assuming he was asleep.

Hey, sorry. We were trying to get into my laptop to find old emails.

She didn’t expect an answer. Jordy usually went to bed early, but when a reply came moments later, she was surprised.

Golf tournament went well. I shot a birdie! Best in my group.

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