Morning light shine slowly across the field, soft but uneasy.
Nothing felt the same after the call.
Yvonne Carter moved through the tents with her usual calm but inside, her thoughts were restless. Adrian’s warning echoed again and again in her mind, Marcus Hale is part of it.
Part of what?.
That was the question.
She watched Marcus from a distance as he spoke with a logistics team. His posture was relaxed and calm, nothing about him suggested guilt. If anything, he looked exactly like the man she remembered, reliable and focused. That made the doubt worse.
Trust once broken never returned the same way, Yvonne knew that better than anyone.
She stepped into the command tent and reviewed the night reports again, no new movement, no signals intercepted, the field was quiet, almost too
