EpilogueIrony seemed to exist everywhere. She took her first step without assistance, all while he watched and felt that he’d taken a step back. Like a fawn, she found her footing, held it, stood, shakily. He, on the other hand, sat in a chair and felt too tired to even attempt her therapy.
What he most felt was disappointment. That he’d failed in his mission.
Her shooter was dead. So were his accomplices. But the mastermind remained free, fleeing the land.
He wondered should he break it to her. Seeing her walk, he opted not to.
Mallory had, since awakening, never asked about Wu-Tin. To do so would be a set-back.
Three days had slipped by since the events on Staten Island, the dramatic sting operation fully revealed, including an alive Myra Connelly. That was the only good thing to co
