The laptop was gone.
At first, I was just mad—like furious, sweaty, curse-out-loud mad. Then it
It had everything.
Old journals. Personal notes. A scanned folder labeled “Taxes & Custody.” A half-written email draft to my lawyer that I hadn’t sent yet.
And something else—something I shouldn’t have saved, but did.
A PDF of court transcripts. From a case I wasn’t even supposed to have access to.
The same case involving someone I thought I’d left behind years ago.
I looked around, hoping maybe someone had seen something. But the people nearby just kept walking. A few glanced over, but no one stopped.
Then a woman in scrubs passed by, did a double take, and froze.
“You drive a white Kia?” she asked slowly.
I nodded.
Her face changed. “I think… I saw the guy who took it.”
Before I could ask anything else, she added—
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