SERENA POV
"I know who framed you," Voss said.
We were standing in the narrow aisle of the pharmacy. It was Tuesday again. The guard was two rows over, distracted by something on a shelf. Voss had appeared beside me exactly where my approved errands took him, precise, as always.
I kept my eyes on a bottle of aspirin. "That's a significant claim, Mr. Voss."
"I have the evidence," he whispered. "The full chain from the stolen token to the transmission. I know who built the frame, why they did it, and who they’re talking to outside these walls."
"And you're giving me this out of the goodness of your heart?"
"Because what’s being done to you is wrong," he said.
I finally looked at him. "That's a sentiment, not a reason. Why are you really doing this?"
He didn't flinch. "I have interest
