He hadn’t opened the folder in six years. Not since Maya left.

It was a Tuesday, raining hard enough to drown out the city’s usual chaos. Arjun was cleaning his desk, hunting for an old tax receipt, when his fingers brushed against the cold, ridged plastic of the drive. He plugged it in. The drive hummed to life. There it was. 12mkv.

Arjun let the movie play past that point. The audio fixed itself. Celine reached out and touched Jesse’s hand. "You're going to miss your plane," she said.

Jesse smiled. "I know."