Thomas gave a sharp nod. "We'll start with his primary estate. There must be something there—records, files, anything that leads us to the server's location."
Rosalie's heart raced. She couldn't shake the growing urgency. "What if we can't find it? What if..." Her voice trailed off, unsure of how to articulate the fear gnawing at her.
Thomas placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We'll find it. We have to."
Alessia stepped back from the group, her face turning pale. "Before we leave, I need to take my mother's body with us. She deserves to be buried—properly."
The room fell silent, the reality of Alessia's words sinking in. They had lost so much. Rosalie swallowed hard as Alessia's request hung in the air. The air was thick with grief, but there was no time to mourn. Not yet.
