Chapter Thirty-Two: WORK AND GUILT
Eli The military base was exactly the same as I remembered. Cold. Efficient. Predictable. No Christmas lights. No laughter. No cookies disappearing from kitchen counters. No Kira. No Miss Kingsley. Just concrete, schedules, reports, and work. Work was easier. Work always had been. I stepped into the operations building shortly before dawn. The sky outside remained dark. Most personnel were already awake. Moving through corridors. Preparing equipment. Reviewing reports. Normal. Familiar. Safe. The kind of environment I understood. The kind that didn't ask difficult questions. The kind that didn't force me to examine things I'd rather ignore. I dropped a stack of documents onto my desk. Opened my laptop. And immediately buried myself in work. Three intelligence br
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