The laptop was sitting closed on the desk.
I sat down in his chair and opened it.
The screen lit up. A login box.
The password used to be Sophie2004. Our daughter’s name and birth year. He’d used it for everything for years. I’d told him a hundred times it wasn’t safe.
I typed it in.
Incorrect password.
My heart sped up.
He’d changed it.
In twenty-six years, Mark had never once changed a password without telling me. He’d never had a reason to.
I tried our anniversary. June1998.
Incorrect password.
I tried his grandfather’s name. Walter.
Incorrect password. One attempt remaining before lockout.
I took my hands off the keyboard. I sat back in the chair and pressed my palms against my eyes.
Think, Lena. Think.
What was on his mind? What did he care about right now?
The lake.
He’d spent the weekend at the lake. Whatever he was hiding started there.
