“We don’t have an hour,” I said. “They’re moving the hearing to tomorrow.”

“I’ll speed up the process by narrowing the search parameters to the exact date of the alleged texts,” Sarah said.

She plugged in a second drive to offload the processing power.

*50%… 60%…*

The tea sat untouched, growing cold.

I watched the percentage bar creep upward, each second feeling like an eternity.

If I could find the proof that Helena framed me, I could destroy her credibility in court.

I could save my boys.

The progress bar hit ninety percent.

A loud chime echoed from the computer.

*Decryption complete.*

Sarah leaned forward, her face illuminated by the blue light of the monitor.

“Okay,” she said. “I’m searching the gateway logs from October 14th, 2020.”

Lines of code began to scroll down the screen.

I held my breath.

“Look at this,” Sarah whispered, pointing to a line of text highlighting an IP address.

The address was listed as an internal node.

“That’s not an external cell tower,” I said, my heart skipping a beat.