Becky's POV
The warehouse was a maze of metal and gloom, the buzz of machinery filling every corner and the far-off drip of pipe leaks. Following Paul and Zara, our situation's weight rested fully on my shoulders. From friends to enemies, we had crossed one side to another and now, with Zara's revelation, we were walking a tightrope without a clear end.
Jackson primarily depended on Paul as he worked through the mess of machines and products. Although his face was pallid, his eyes sparkled with a tremendous will that seemed to propel him beyond misery. His façade revealed flaws, defiance mixed with fatigue. He was trying to maintain strength even if every step seemed like a big effort.
Paul's face wore a mask of focus, but behind his eyes, I could see rage. He had believed Zara, conside
