The next few weeks brought a lot of calmness that overshadowed the red alert from the laptop.

"You really think this will work, Jason?"

Leah leaned against the kitchen counter, arms folded. Her eyes followed him as he sat at the dining table, surrounded by stacks of papers, glowing screens, and half-drained cups of coffee.

Jason didn’t look up. His pen scratched across a document. “It has to.”

"That’s not an answer," Leah said. She pushed away from the counter and walked toward him. “You’ve been buried in this mess for weeks. You barely eat. You don’t sleep. Tell me straight. Can you actually pull this off?”

Jason finally stopped...