The safe house was eerily silent. Outside, the wind howled through the trees, bringing with it a sense of foreboding: the certain downfall of everything they had struggled to protect. Sienna paced the room, her thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of doubt and desperation. The file was public now. The world was aware of the truth. Yet, with Ethan still pursuing them and the repercussions of their choices still unfolding, safety felt like a distant dream.
In the adjacent room, Jack and Anya debated their next moves, their voices muffled. Lulu stood guard outside, her keen eyes scanning the surroundings. But Sienna couldn’t concentrate on any of that; all she could think about was the man responsible for this entire situation: Ethan.
Her mind replayed their last meeting—the way he had moved with s
