Mark’s POV
It had been three weeks. Three long, quiet, strange weeks, no gunfire, no ambushes, no blood.
Just silence.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe.
But it didn’t feel right.
The world didn’t go back to normal. It just… slowed down and maybe that was worse. Because in the quiet, I remembered everything. Her face. The threats. That damn cell where Sage and I were given a death countdown like we were in some twisted game show.
And Alice.
Yeah. Her too.
I couldn’t forget the way she broke down, not even when I tried. I saw her everywhere—in my sleep, in the shower, sometimes when I closed my eyes for too long.
But I wasn’t angry anymore.
Just tired.
Sage stayed with me the whole time. She didn’t talk much about what happened. Didn’t force me to
