"You ruined Dad—tell me where these came from," Eli snaps as Joy blinks awake and sits up.
"Who put this here?" Joy asks, picking up a glossy folder that smells of printer ink and hospital bleach.
"That's not the point," Eli spits. "You were supposed to keep quiet. You made us look like fools."
Joy flips the folder open. Photos. Screenshots. A screenshot of Summit Hospital's pre-op log with a red circle around a name no one had thought to look at. A video clip labeled with a time stamp. A line of text in the margin that Joy recognizes but says nothing about aloud.
"Eli," she says, calm. "This copy was dropped three hours ago. The uploader used a proxy tied to an Azure Media account nobody in the family controls."
"Stop messing with terms," Eli snarls. "Tell me where you got them. Tell me who you called."
"I didn't call anyone." Joy sets the folder on the corridor bench and slides another slim envelope out of her bag. "I found them on a dead server. Someone tried to frame Summit by leaking staged proof. Look at this watermark."
Eli steps forward as if to snatch the papers. River, hovering by Joy's knee, steps between them and tugs her sleeve.
"River, stay," Eli barks.
River shakes his head. "I scanned the file. The marker points to a private upload channel. It uses an old T.F.B. ghost signature."
Eli's hand freezes
