Rain stings my face as I stand across from her in the elevator of the Gelman Tower—Susan, radiant in that emerald dress she wore the night we promised forever. She doesn’t recognize me at first, not with the beard, the sharper jawline, the coldness in my eyes. But then her breath hitches. "Churchill?" The name hangs like a ghost between us. Before I can answer, alarms blare. Red lights flash. Her phone buzzes: 'Data breach—Lopez files accessed.' Her security team moves in, eyes darting to me. I didn’t do it—but someone wants her to think I did.

She steps back, voice steady but wounded. "You disappeared for five years. And now this happens?" I raise my hands slowly. "I came back to clear my name, Susan. Not destroy yours." The elevator dings open. Behind me, the exit. Ahead, her office—and the terminal that could prove my innocence… if I’m willing to break in.