The confrontation came at dawn.
I stood in the courtyard of the old courthouse, watching the sun rise over the city. Lena was beside me, her face pale, her eyes fixed on the figure approaching from the shadows. Elena. My sister.
"I knew you'd come," Lena said.
Elena smiled. It was a cold smile, the kind that came from years of pain and betrayal. "You always knew everything, didn't you? That was your gift. Your curse."
"Where's the data drive?"
"Safe. Hidden. Where no one can find it."
I stepped between them. "Enough. Both of you."
They ignored me. Their eyes were locked on each other, two women bound by blood and hatred.
"You've been playing both sides," Lena said. "Feeding information to the Committee. Betraying everyone who trusted you."
"I've been surviving," Elena replied. "So
