Diane's POV

The pen drive is still jammed, no matter how many times I click. I slam my laptop shut, frustration boiling over. I thought it was just our home computer acting up, but even here in the office it's useless. Pregnancy hormones have me on edge already. Every little thing feels like it's going to make me explode.

I press the intercom. "Elise, can you come in here?"

She appears a moment later, professional as always. "Hey, what can I help with?"

I hold up the damn drive. "This thing is scrambled or corrupted or... I don't know. Do you know anyone who's good with this kind of tech...