Mirabella POV
I didn’t look back as I left the hospital, clutching the small bundle that held my twins close to my chest. I couldn’t afford to. The letter I’d left for Taylor sat heavy in my mind, a weight I had no desire to carry but one I knew was necessary. It was a simple note—a farewell wrapped in vague words, meant to leave him wondering but not follow. I’d poured everything I had into those lines, telling him I couldn’t be who he needed and that our paths had twisted too far apart. Lies, all of it, but lies were my only armor.
Colonel Frank’s instructions had been quick, his face set in that unreadable mask he always wore. He’d barely looked at me, only muttering something about “needing to keep moving” and that “they were waiting.” And then I was taken here, to a bunker draped in
