"I'll give it a shot when time allows," Sadie replied. Her palms grew sweaty, and a sense of restlessness gnawed at her like a persistent itch. She added, “But after all these years, the sands of time could have swallowed our digital footprints whole."

Holden, nodding in reluctant agreement, couldn't deny the passage of time. He watched as Sadie's face betrayed her anxiety. When she thought the storm had passed, Holden's words came forth.

“By the way, can you recall the gifts I gave you half a decade ago? We could adorn our marital home with some of those cherished relics."

"I'll see what I can muster," Sadie answered nonchalantly, though her mind resembled a jigsaw puzzle in disarray, the pieces eluding her grasp like needles on shifting sands.

A glimmer of relief could be seen on Sadie's face when a servant came in.