Emmelyn’s POV
I used to think knowing the truth would bring clarity. Like pulling back a curtain and finally seeing the stage for what it really is.
But this?
This is something else entirely.
I sit at my desk long after midnight, the glow from my laptop the only light in the room. The flash drive Jaxon gave me sits beside my elbow, small and black, but somehow heavier than anything I’ve ever held.
There are still folders I haven’t touched.
Until now.
I click through the last few, eyes scanning filenames until one catches my attention:
**Subject 2 – J. Wilder**
Handler: **Beckham, Riley**
Assigned Target: **E. Blackwood**
My blood runs cold.
I open the document.
> “Monitor Subject 1 through Subject 2. Use emotional leverage. Establish trust. Extract intelligence on domes
