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In the Wake of Truth Between Then and Now
(Jane’s POV)I had sent Dorris home over half an hour ago, yet the way her cautious eyes lingered until the very last second stayed with me. It was as if she feared what might happen once I was left alone, alone with whatever I had bottled up inside.Alone now, I leaned against the giant window frame, forehead pressed to the tempered glass. The week since Claus’s question had stretched taut and thin, full of mysteries I could barely explain.It seemed absurd that I had sworn myself off Nathan’s world, only to find it bleeding back into mine from unexpected corners.And somehow, it always circled back. HAB. Julia. Lara. My mother. Nathan. Barry. And now a stranger’s name—Victor Boaz.A bitter laugh escaped me. “Why can’t my life ever be normal? Why must mine always be different from everyone else’s?”But the laugh died quickly. Because even as the present pressed heavily on me, the memories of the days past pressed in too.And like it or not, the mind finds its own way of opening doors
In the Wake of Truth The Victor Boaz Thread
(Jane’s POV)The unexpected call had long ended, yet my pulse hadn’t caught up.I sat motionless, the receiver still warm against my ear, the silence in my office so disturbing it left me with the feeling of being ridiculed.My thumb tapped unconsciously against my office desk, each beat too quick, too restless.Nathan’s voice lingered longer than it should.Not the Nathan who always paraded himself as ruthless and manipulative, but the one who, for the first time, admitted he was tired. The one whose voice carried the weight of a man whose carefully built structure was finally beginning to corrode from within.I wasn’t entirely sure what was happening on his end, and truthfully, it was no longer my business. This was the same man who had served me ruthless divorce papers while secretly having an affair with my own twin sister.He hadn’t shown even an atom of genuine regret, and he had been swift in discarding what I once believed we shared throughout our relationship and marriage.I s
In the Wake of Truth Where the Compass Once Pointed
(Nathan's POV)“… Hello?” Jane’s voice came through the line a second time, steady yet uncertain, carrying that familiar mix of patience I hadn’t heard in a long time.Her hesitation told me everything, she no longer recognized my number. To her, I was just another stranger. And though the call had been a mistake, what followed would show me exactly how I still lived in her mind.The years between us folded instantly, compressed into that single syllable. The part of me that had spent months erecting walls, telling myself I’d moved past her and moved on to Julia, now felt the foundation of those walls beginning to tilt a bit.My thumb hovered over the red button, the most logical thing in the world. End the call. Pretend it never happened. Preserve the image of control I’d spent the last couple of months trying to build.But logic failed me. I sat motionless in my office chair, the phone pressed tight against my ear, as if my own body had rebelled against reason.“Nathan?” she said. Of
In the Wake of Truth The Unintended Dial
(Nathan’s POV)Michael kept his eyes fixed on the road, guiding the Mercedes SUV with practiced ease. The steady hum of the engine gave me a brief pause to sit with the words I had just spoken. Across from me, Director Packman sat upright, his gaze locked on the screen of his android device as if scanning through the day’s news.Yet I knew better; behind that calm focus was a man carrying more weight than most in the Bureau could comprehend.The drive carried us northward, away from the federal building and onto streets lined with trees whose leaves, just beginning to bronze for the season, caught the midday light with a faint glimmer. A low mist clung to the ground, softening the edges of the world like a brushstroke that never quite lost its wetness.“Mr. Frank,” Packman said suddenly, glancing at me, “I’ll need to be dropped off at Giana Golf Range. I have a string of private meetings with certain state politicians.Not the kind we put on the evening news, of course. Just conversat
In the Wake of Truth In Spite of Everything
(Nathan’s POV)The FBI building’s tempered glass doors gave a low hydraulic hiss as we stepped out into the late morning light.It wasn’t really sunny, just that dull, pale light that made it feel like the day hadn’t reached its peak yet.The air was surprisingly cooler than it had been earlier on our way to the building, and for a moment, it cut through the lingering heat of my conversation with Julia.Special Agent Vera Carruth walked to my right, her steps gentle and professional, her FBI jacket tailored in that way people in her line of work seemed to prefer; sharp angles with no underused fabric.Director Packman was on her other side, a steady presence with his hands clasped loosely behind his back.“Agent Carruth,” Packman began, his voice gentle but clipped. “I’d like to really hear your observations so far.Specifically, what your report to the governor of New York entails regarding Julia Frank’s case, and I’d appreciate your total honesty. Also, what should we truly be concer
In the Wake of Truth What Was Said in Seventeen Minutes
(Nathan’s POV)The hallway to Julia’s holding unit was just wide enough for two people to walk side by side, and it surprisingly lacked the usual smell of typical holding centers and recycled air, probably because this was a special facility, one of those “Very Important Cases” units.I kept my hands buried deep in my pockets, as if that could hide the subtle anxiety climbing up my chest.Director Packman walked beside me, his long strides unhurried. I couldn’t blame him, after all, I was the one affected here, the one heading toward one of the most difficult conversations of my life.His badge swung lightly against his chest, catching the overhead light with each step we took. “She’s in holding, the last room,” he said, giving me a brief glance. “Special Agent Vera Carruth agreed to give us seventeen minutes instead of the thirty we requested. Don’t waste it.”I gave him a quick nod, my jaw tight. “I really appreciate you doing all this for me.”“It’s really no big deal,” he said. “Y
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