Lena's POV
It took a minute for me to register what I was looking at. But once I did, I realized just how right Cal was.
We did need to talk. We needed to resolve things. It didn't matter who was right and who was wrong—if we couldn't do our job correctly, if we couldn't fix this, then the whole mission, the whole reason we were in this mess, was at stake.
I opened the door further and allowed him to enter. I walked to my bed and set the photo beside me, but I didn't look at it. The picture was too eerie to even think of, so I decided to focus on Cal and the situation at hand.
"Okay, so talk," I stated. My voice came out harsher than I expected, so I tried to soften it up. "I want to figure this out."
Cal shifted nervously for a moment as if debating how to start. He moved further int
