Empty, the room felt hollowed out by her screams. Maya stood, chest heaving, the raw echo of her fury still ringing in her ears. Elias had vanished again, leaving behind not just the familiar ache of absence, but a new, unsettling disquiet. His words, frantic and desperate, clawed at the edges of her rage. *Threatened. Suppressed report. Twisted sense of protection.* Lies. All of it. Yet, a tiny, insidious tremor of doubt ran through her. She paced the small living room, hands clenching and unclenching. What if? No. Impossible. Years of silence. Years of her mother’s quiet grief. Her own unyielding pain. No excuse could erase that. A data stick lay on the coffee table, a small, black rectangle. Elias must have dropped it in his haste. It was the evidence he’d mentioned, the ‘report’ he believed would save him. Fingers trembling, she picked it up. Part of her wanted to smash it, to obliterate any last trace of him. Another part, cold and calculating, wanted to see the extent of his deceit. Staring at the stick, a perverse thought took root. She would look. Not to believe him, but to find the definitive proof of his lies. To finally, unequivocally, close the book on him. Hours later, slumped over her laptop, the screen glowed a harsh blue on her face. The drive contained fragmented research notes, encrypted files, and a partially recovered document titled “Aethelgard Project Genesis: Environmental Impact Assessment.” His handwriting, familiar yet alien, scrawled across margins. Equations she didn't understand, chemical diagrams, and then, stark warnings about “accelerated degradation” and “catastrophic containment failure risk.” Sweat slicked her palms. This wasn't the rambling of a lunatic. It was meticulously documented science, presented with a chilling urgency. Scrolling further, she found a series of emails, heavily redacted but hinting at high-level corporate pressure. References to “expedited timelines” and “unforeseen complications” echoed like distant thunder. Night bled into dawn. She rubbed her eyes, a dull ache throbbing behind them. Her anger, a familiar companion, now felt diluted, mixed with a sickening confusion. Liam's name flashed on her phone screen. She'd called him hours ago, a desperate, garbled plea for help. He hadn't asked questions, just promised to be there. “You look like hell,” he said, stepping through her door, a bag of lukewarm coffee and pastries in his hand. His gaze was soft, filled with concern. She didn't reply, just pushed the laptop toward him. “He left this. Said it was… proof.” Her voice was raspy, unused. He sat beside her, taking in the jumble of data, his brow furrowing. “Aethelgard… that’s the company that bought out your father’s old firm, wasn’t it?” “Yes,” she whispered. “The one that fired him. The one that became a powerhouse.” “This report,” Liam said, pointing to a graph showing alarming spikes. “It’s about a new bioremediation compound. Your dad was working on something similar.” “He was,” Maya confirmed, a knot tightening in her stomach. “He believed it could revolutionize waste treatment.” Liam began clicking, navigating the fragmented files with practiced ease. “These are high-level schematics. And these email chains… they stop abruptly, right around the time he disappeared.” “They just vanished him,” she muttered, more to herself than him. “Erased him.” “Or someone tried to,” Liam countered, his fingers flying across the keyboard. “The digital trail isn't completely cold. There are cached versions, archived news articles. Let’s cross-reference this with public records of Aethelgard’s Project Genesis launch.” Hours blurred. Liam’s methodical search unearthed a trove of public information. Aethelgard’s initial press releases for Project Genesis touted it as an ecological marvel, launched just months after Elias’s disappearance. Yet, digging deeper, they found inconsistencies. A sudden, unexplained delay in a key regulatory approval process. A high-profile Aethelgard executive, a vocal proponent of Project Genesis, resigned unexpectedly a year later, citing

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