But as she sat in her dimly lit apartment, scrolling through her old files, her eyes landed on the incriminating filename. Her heart sank.
Amber couldn't help but chuckle at her younger self's antics. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated self-discovery.
The file had been on her computer for years, a relic of a time when Amber had been much more careless about her digital footprint. She had long since forgotten about it, assuming it had been deleted or lost in the depths of her hard drive.