The office had been unusually quiet that afternoon. She stared at her monitor screen without really seeing it. Rows of numbers blurred into meaningless lines, reports scrolled by without imprinting a single word in her mind. Instead, what replayed over and over was the faint sound of a keypad beeping beneath her fingertips.
Leonard's passcode.
Her stomach tightened just thinking about it. The worst part wasn't that she had remembered it. It was how easily she had remembered it, how natural it had felt. Her fingers hadn't even hesitated. The numbers had lived inside her all this time, buried deep but never erased. Their wedding anniversary.
