Zoe
We tried my name first, typing it into the passphrase field the second Mason got off the phone with Winnie, all four of us crowded around his laptop with held breath. Nothing. We tried variations next, my full name, my nickname, my name paired with my father's, every combination I could think of, and none of it worked.
"It's not that simple," Ryder said finally, after the tenth failed attempt. "Ask the daughter probably doesn't mean your name is the passphrase. It probably means you know something the rest of us don't, something Reyes assumed you'd remember even if we couldn't guess it."
"Then I need to think harder," I said, frustration mounting despite everything else that had gone right that day. "There has to be something specific enough that Reyes trusted it would eventually re
