Four hours. That was how long she had to wait before she could speak to her daughter again.
She had run the deep analysis three times. Twice, it found nothing but corrupted binary snow. But on the third pass, the software did something strange. It found a shadow partition—one that had never officially existed. A hidden layer Lyra had created as a teenager, buried under years of cat photos and school assignments.
She would find the rest of the ghost. And maybe, just maybe, learn to say goodbye to the girl who had hidden an entire soul in the broken spaces of a dying drive.
A folder appeared. "lyra_echo_v3."