ログインSavannahThe park was quiet at this hour. It was just a few scattered gym equipment, some rusted metal structures, and the soft hum of boats somewhere farther out. It didn’t take long before another familiar black sedan pulled in, stopping with the kind of sleek precision that made it clear the driver wasn’t here for anything casual.I watched as a few men stepped out, flashing their weapons just enough for us to know bro to try anything stupid. I didn’t need anyone to tell me. This was the cartel, and in that moment, it made me wonder how a man who had pledged to uphold justice and fight crime could turn around to work with people like these.Still, the FBI agent didn’t bark or sneer; he just stood there like someone whose time wasn’t supposed to be wasted.His eyes flicked between me and Julian, taking in the spacing between us, our posture, the way we stood slightly aligned instead of scattered. “So,” he said, crossing his arms, “which of you is talking today?”“I am.”Julian staye
SavannahBy the time the sun rose, the weight of everything finally settled in a way neither Julian nor I could ignore. We had been dancing around the situation for days, pretending we still had enough space to maneuver, enough excuses to buy time, and enough distance to stay untouched. But the truth was clearer now than ever: none of that was true anymore. Not for him or for me. And definitely not for whatever was unfolding around us at this point.We were running out of room, and I could feel it. Julian stood still with his hands on his hips and his eyes fixed on the distance ahead. And me? I just stood there, watching him think through all the same conclusions I had already arrived at hours earlier. The silence between us wasn’t heavy this time; it was simply… honest. Like we had finally run out of places to hide.“So,” he finally said, looking over at me. “What now?”“We start acting,” I said firmly.He blinked once, slowly, as if he needed a second to replay the sentence. “Meanin
SavannahI woke up before my alarm that morning, mostly because my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing on the nightstand. It took me a second to actually reach for it, and when I did, I saw Julian’s name lighting up the screen. Three missed calls, one message, and the time stamp told me he’d been up way too early for anyone’s good.‘Meet me at the river. Please.’ That was his message.Sent at 4:07 a.m.I sat there for a moment, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light, wondering what exactly could’ve pushed him into this level of urgency. I already had a feeling, but I pretended I didn’t. It’s easier that way sometimes. Still, I got dressed without overthinking it and left the house quietly, the early morning air hitting me with that crisp chill that always wakes you up faster than coffee.The walk to the river was quiet. There were no cars yet, no students trudging to class, no families out for their weekend jogs. Just me and the fog sitting lazily over the water. I spotted Julian before he no
JulianI knew the FBI wasn’t finished with me, but I didn’t expect the knock on my door to feel so terrifying. It was early, too early for anyone normal to be awake, but that’s when the pounding starts. Three heavy hits that were not polite or patient. But then again, I never knew the feds to operate ever so calmly. I drag myself from the couch, the remnants of last night’s headache still dragging behind my eyes. I barely twisted the lock before the door was shoved inward, nearly slamming into me. And there he was, the FBI agent. The same one who has been circling my life like a vulture for the past few days. Only this time, he wasn’t pretending to be friendly.“We’ve got a problem, Julian,” he snapped, and stepped inside like he owned the place. His eyes swept the room with a cold assessment that made my skin crawl. “A big one.”Despite his rudeness, I slowly shut the door tight. “You don’t get to barge into my home like that.” I blurted.He turned to me, and his expression never ch
SavannahI never thought standing in a warehouse could feel like standing at the edge of a cliff, but that’s exactly what this morning feels like. The air is cold, sharp even, like it was trying to warn me. After Julian dropped that invitation on my phone last night, I barely slept. I kept turning over the same questions in my mind, the same doubts, the same fear that maybe I’ve already stepped too close to something I couldn’t walk away from.By the time I finally decided to show up, I was already late. The warehouse looked bigger than I remembered, or maybe it was just quieter. Strangely, the echo of my footsteps felt louder than the truth I’d been avoiding. When I pushed the door open, I saw Colleen first, standing with his arms folded, and leaning against a crate like he’d been waiting long enough to get irritated. He glanced at me, and his expression turned sour. When I didn’t see Julian anywhere around, I wanted to turn around and walk away. But instead, I paused, took a slow br
JulianI sat outside the safehouse in my car, staring ahead on the road with the engine off, reflecting upon the silence, trying to make the same decision I’d been contemplating since yesterday. The sky outside was a muted gray, the kind that made everything look a little heavier than it already was, and I found myself staring out the windshield without really seeing anything. My hands rested on the steering wheel, and my knuckles were pale from how tightly I gripped it and the longer I sat there, the more it felt like time wasn’t moving at all. Just me, frozen in the middle of a mess I had walked into blindfolded.The worst part was knowing Savannah now knew everything. All the things I had kept tucked behind my teeth, all the danger I had pretended I could handle alone, it was all out in the open. She hadn’t yelled or cried, and hadn’t even sounded shocked when I told her. She just seemed disappointed. I could still hear it in my head, sharp even in the silence.It was so exhausting







