“I am pulling the security certificates from the cloud,” Nathan said smoothly.

“The bank won’t accept the transfer without the original encryption keys.”

“Hurry up,” she said.

I looked down at the girls.

Emma was clutching Lily’s hand, her small fingers white from the pressure.

Sophie and Grace were silent, their eyes wide and glassy with fear.

I kissed the top of Grace’s head, tasting the faint scent of baby shampoo and cold sweat.

“It’s going to be okay,” I whispered to them.

The metal door behind us let out a dull pop as the heated steel began to cool and contract.

On the screen, the progress bar hit forty percent.

A secondary window popped up, showing a live data stream titled *Active Broadcast.*

Nathan was not just restoring the system.

He was routing every single audio file, video log, and financial record directly to the federal server.

I saw thumbnail images flashing in the corner of the screen.

There were clips of Vanessa shouting at the girls in the dark hallways.

There were copies of bank transfers signed by Julian using Nathan’s forged signature.