Aria didn’t sleep.
She lay on the narrow bed with her eyes open, listening to the compound settle into the deep quiet of early morning. Somewhere far off a dog barked once and then went silent. A bike engine rumbled and faded.
At 3:40 a.m. she sat up.
She moved slow and quiet, pulling on the jeans and dark hoodie Carla had given her the day before. The silver necklace stayed tucked under her shirt. She tied her hair back tight, then checked the window. The yard lights were still on, but the shadows between the buildings looked deep enough to hide in.
She had spent hours running the plan through her head.
The east side of the compound had a delivery gate that stayed closed at night but wasn’t as heavily watched as the main entrance. She’d watched a supply truck come through it yesterd
