Delilah’s POV
My arms felt heavy as I held the twins close to me. Their small faces were pressed into my shoulders, their little bodies shaking. My heart was racing, but I knew I had to speak before everything went too far.
“Ethan,” I said softly, my voice shaking, “this isn’t worth it. The vault, the codes, the money… None of it is worth losing more people.”
He stood there, holding the gun, his hand trembling. He couldn’t pull the trigger. His jaw was tight, his eyes fixed on the man in front of us — the clone. The man who looked exactly like him.
I took a slow step forward, feeling the twins grip me tighter. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to keep going.
“Look at them,” I said, motioning to the children. “They don’t need this. They don’t care about power or vaults. Power has
