"Five months since we last saw any sign of Lydia."
I was sitting in my office at the healing center, going over security reports with Owen. The calendar on my wall showed a date I had been dreading for weeks. Tomorrow was the one year anniversary of the Montana assault, which meant tomorrow was also my second renewal.
"She could be anywhere," Owen said, his voice tight with frustration as he reviewed the same reports I had already read three times. "We have searched every abandoned Covenant facility within five hundred miles. Checked every lead. Interviewed every former Covenant member we could find. Nothing."
"Maybe she really did give up," I suggested, though I did not believe it for a second. The note she had left on my desk haunted me, her elegant handwriting promising that The Cove
