Chapter 22

Ghost School.

“Because if you get good enough… you might just keep him alive.”

I didn’t have to ask who him was. Conner. And in that moment, it clicked. This wasn’t just about networks, Or codes. Or flexing her genius. This was personal. She was investing in us, for him. And that was a weight I wasn’t ready for, but I’d carry it anyway.

Then keep going,” I said, fingers poised over the keyboard again. “Teach me everything.”

There was the faintest breath of amusement in her voice when she responded.

“Welcome to Ghost School, Al Boy.”

Conner