Alexandra's POV
We traveled to the Times building in a vehicle marked by the FBI. Agent Ramirez was driving. Sophia was seated beside me in the rear. David was seated at the front.
No one spoke. We simply observed the city go by. Individuals leading ordinary lives. Unaware that the world was on the verge of transforming once more.
My phone kept vibrating nonstop. Communications from journalists. From attorneys. From individuals I wasn't familiar with.
Also, a message from my dad. From prison.
"You committed an error, Alexandra." You do not comprehend what actions you've taken. What you’ve begun. Give me a call. Allow me to clarify. "Before it becomes too late. - Dad"
I removed it. He blocked his number. I had no interest in hearing his justifications. The fabrications he tells. His c
