Chapter Twenty-Four
Stretched out on Captain Callahan’s fugly decades-old couch, I stare vacantly up at his office’s poky ceiling fan for the second time today. It doesn’t make me dizzy like this morning, probably because between the impostor’s mental invasion and joining with my brother, my brain feels like it’s been fed through a paper shredder.
I barely remember the flurry of activity that happened after Grace was loaded into the ambulance. Dad, sporting a hastily placed field dressing, played concerned father by asking me if I was okay. I nodded robotically, after which he got back in Wolf’s car. The blond Elite had a brief conversation with Natalie before he, too, departed, presumably returning to the base to report to their superiors.
Though clearly in pain, Natalie bore it as she
