Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Anne... God, how I miss you... Can't you come back?" Murray murmured.

The only thing that answered him was the pitch-black living room and the relentless, howling cold wind outside the window.

The next morning, Roseanne was up with the birds. She showered, cooked breakfast, got ready, and prepared to head out to the lab.

As she was about to close the door, she noticed a paper bag hanging on the doorknob. Inside, there was a tube of the allergy nasal cream she always used. She glanced around. Who could have left this?

Suddenly, her eyes landed on the door across the hall. Roseanne looked at the nasal cream and then examined the paper bag more closely.

Just as she was about to knock on the door to ask if it was Owen who'd left it, the door abruptly swung open.

Owen stepped out, his face stern. Upon seeing her, he paused.

Sensing something was off, Roseanne asked, "Is something wrong?"

Owen replied, "Let's talk on the way to the lab."

"Okay," Roseanne said, her tone serious, momentarily forgetting about the nasal cream.

On the way, Owen received a phone call.

end made his expression darken and his

We're on our way

week's experimental data has been wiped. We haven't managed to recover it yet, and the worst-case scenario is—" He paused for a moment: "We've lost everything.

we have

suddenly. When we rebooted, we realized most of the backup was gone too, less than thirty

data leaks and maintain computer performance, the lab's

the month, and they had just

since data is

really just an

it was too early

...

lab had arrived, including Owen and

were tech specialists who had signed confidentiality agreements to

the computer glitch was discovered,

was dispatched

after half an hour,

asked, "What's going

it just went black.