Then he turned to the laptop and hovered his fingers above the keyboard for a moment. His voice cracked just a little, and he didn't hide it. "I always had a feeling, Emily. A deep one. That Cora was hiding something. That she could do this to me someday. I didn't want to believe it. I didn't even want to go this far. But I had to protect myself, so I made sure I had something—just in case."
Emily stepped closer, slowly, her eyes searching his face for clarity. "What are you saying, James?"
James let out a long sigh. "I'm saying… I was right. She was hiding and planning something. And it's bad. It's really bad."
There was a long silence between them. Only the soft hum of the laptop filled the room. Emily could feel her heart picking up pace. She wanted to ask more, but part of her was scared of the answer. "James," she said gently, " What you have on her, is it… really that bad?"
