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Before the Words Could Form
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In the Wake of Truth Actions and Consequences
(Julia’s POV)They didn’t bind my hands, maybe because I was a woman, or maybe because they hadn’t fully figured out what I’d done before I fled the estate.But that didn’t make the grip on my arm any lighter, or the look of one of the patrolman’s face any easier to ignore under the harsh glare of the truck’s headlights.He said nothing. None of them did. Just short, clipped instructions exchanged between them.“Secure the vehicle.” “Confirm her identity.”“Record bodycam feed.”I was escorted to the side of the road, past the blinking headlights of the Hilux I’d jammed multiple times during my escape, and into the harsh glow of their security lights.The estate’s protocol wasn’t messy or dramatic. It was professional and rigid.One patrolman retrieved my phone from the Hilux. Another carefully bagged it. One stood recording the entire exchange while another began filling out a tablet form, his gloved fingers moving briskly over the screen.“Name,” one of them asked, not even looking
In the Wake of Truth No Way Home
(Julia’s POV)I hadn’t done any form of research to find out whose apartment Linderman had sent me into. Honestly, I didn’t care. What mattered was finishing whatever this was and getting back to my life.But the moment that voice echoed from deeper inside the apartment, fear ripped through me.I didn’t wait to see a face.Didn’t want mine seen either. So, I ran as fast as I could.Down the hallway, past the door, heart pounding like the beat of a war drum inside my chest. My legs moved on instinct, driven by adrenaline and the intense urgency to get out.I couldn’t even process the voice, whether it was angry, confused, or just startled. None of that was relevant for the time being.Someone was there.And I was never supposed to be seen or caught.The stairwell seemed like an unending maze, each flight conquered in frantic leaps. I nearly tripped twice but caught myself on the railing.The cool metal dug into my palm, but I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t. My legs burned, lungs heaving i
In the Wake of Truth Before the Words Could Form
(Jane’s POV)The name flashing on my screen wasn’t just any name.Dr. Victoria Green.My therapist.I hadn’t spoken to her since that last session months ago—the one where I walked into her office carrying far more than just the weight of betrayal.I stared at the screen a moment too long, the vibration against my palm crawling like that of a weird insect, unsure of which direction to take.For a few seconds, I didn’t move. Then, as if accepting what I already knew I had to do, my thumb hovered midair.Claus and Andrew both noticed.“I need to take this,” I said quietly, already rising. “Just a moment—I’ll be right back.”On any other day, I wouldn’t have let a single second slip—not with everything we were trying to make sense of: Julia, Lara, the hidden archive floors at HAB, the attacks, and how it all connected.But this call was different.Dr. Victoria Green wasn’t just a therapist. She was the only person who’d held space for my crumbling truth the day Julia confessed.The one wh
In the Wake of Truth Archive Sector
(Jane’s POV)The silence didn’t ease after Claus spoke Julia and Lara’s names aloud—instead, it deepened, dense and threatening, like the heavy drag of a brackish river where nothing survives for long.I could hear the subtle tick of the tall, antique timepiece standing in the corner of the sitting room, marking time with quiet authority—each beat a reminder that whatever lurked in the shadows wouldn’t stay hidden forever.I remained perfectly still, but my eyes weren’t. They shifted to Andrew.He hadn’t said much since the conversation began—only that one question: “J for Jane?” But his silence now… it wasn’t the kind of silence that came from confusion. It was the kind born of calculation.His posture had changed. Not overtly, but enough. His hand, which had rested casually along the arm of the chair, had curled slightly. His eyes remained on the folder, but they didn’t see it. They were somewhere else. Probably reflecting on something invisible. Weighing, resisting.He knew somethi
In the Wake of Truth Between J and L
(Jane’s POV)The moment the question was thrown at me—about Lara, and her connection to my former workplace—I knew instinctively that answering it would mean digging deep into the past.So I sat down on the edge of the sofa, my coat still wrapped around me, the chill of travel clinging like a leftover snack I couldn’t shake off.One of my bags rested at my feet, untouched. Neither Claus nor Andrew moved. The folder sat in the center of the table—unopened, but heavy with implication.And the silence that fell between us wasn’t passive. It felt like a string stretched too tight—one breath, one word, and it would break.Claus’s gaze was steady. Andrew’s was a bit indifferent.I inhaled slowly. The kind of breath you take before you begin to venture into the past. My eyes flicked to the folder, then away. The required memories were beginning to flood my mind.“I know Lara,” I said finally. “Not fully. But I have a load of information about her.”My voice felt like it didn’t belong to me—a
In the Wake of Truth Back to New York
(Jane’s POV)The plane landed with a soft thud, and I remained motionless for several seconds. New York welcomed us without ceremony, with a low cloud overhead and the worn glitter of a metropolis too seasoned to dazzle anyone.The runway lights flickered through the haze outside the window, like tired eyes that refused to close. I exhaled softly, unbuckled my seatbelt, and moved from my seat.Dorris, who had been quietly engaged in her tablet, stood beside me, rubbing her eyes and smiling tiredly.“I’m glad we are back in New York.” She said.I didn’t respond—not because I wasn’t relieved to be back, but because whatever victory was meant to come from Chicago had slipped right through my fingers.The terminal was a blur of tired business travelers and a bit of noisy escalators. We moved in unison, retrieving our bags with practiced efficiency.As usual, Dorris moved to carry all my bags, but I stopped her with a quiet look. “Only what you can manage,” I said. Her faded folder was tuc
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