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IN A REMOTE CABIN – NEWFOUNDLAND AND LABRADOR – CANADAThe snow is fresh, powdery beneath his boots. The air bites, but Ethan doesn’t feel the cold.His eyes are locked on the cabin, breath hitching in his chest as he comes to a stop just beyond the steps.“I’m here. Finally. This time… I won’t be too late.”He takes the steps two at a time, his heart pounding as he reaches the porch. His fingers tremble as he grips the door handle.The door creaks open.Inside the CabinHe steps inside, and for a moment, hope fills him.There’s a mug on the table, still steaming. The cabin is warm. Lived in. The faint smell of pinewood smoke lingers.But the room is empty.“Sher!” He stopped himself, thinking that she might have amnesia of some sort. “Fallon?”His voice echoes.He rushes into the kitchen.Nothing.He throws open the bedroom door.Empty.“Fallon!” He continued.“Fallon!” He races from room to room, calling her name like a prayer, like a curse. No answer.Silence closes in.He stops, b
FARWELL GROUP – CEO’S OFFICE – NIGHTThe room is quiet, the lights low, the tension so thick it hums against the walls. Through the tall glass windows, the city lights blink faintly, oblivious to the storm brewing inside.Ethan sits at the long conference table, shoulders tense, eyes sharp but tired—exhausted from searching, burning from hope.The door opens.Nathan steps in. Calm. Composed. Almost… smug.Just like Madam Kingsley instructed.He’s relieved to see Ethan still here.“Good. You didn’t leave.” Nathan says.Ethan doesn’t respond, just watches him.Nathan pulls out the chair across from him and sits down—like a man stepping into confession… or performance.“I assume you’re still here, racking your brains for answers,” Nathan muttered. Ethan’s jaw tightens. Nathan gives a crooked smile.“Then let me give them to you. Yes. Fallon is Sherah. And yes… we are the culprits. We saved her. Molded her. Gave her power.”Ethan’s lips quiver. He never expected the words that came out o
FARWELL GROUP – NATHAN’S OFFICEAfter Ethan slams the door shut. Nathan hurriedly rose from his seat and spun the lock; the soft click was somehow louder than thunder in the sterile quiet of the office. He stumbles back, chest rising and falling, beads of sweat gathering along his hairline.His hands tremble as he yanks off his tie, fingers clawing at the collar.“We are compromised. Deeper than we thought.” Nathan says to himself breathlessly.His words echo in the glass and steel room as he fumbles for his phone, dialing a number he’s only ever used when things spiral.The line clicks open.“What happened?”Her voice is cool. Controlled. The exact opposite of his current state.“Ethan knows. He knows everything. The DNA, the marriage, Fallon. All of it.”He begins to pace, one hand gripping the back of a leather chair, the other clenching the phone like it might crack in his grip. “He confronted me in my office. He knows Fallon is Sherah. He tested his own DNA against the lies we fe
HARLENE’S OFFICE – LATE AFTERNOONThe room is silent save for the faint ticking of the antique wall clock. Papers sit in neat stacks on the desk, untouched. The tea on the side table has gone cold.Harlene sits by the window, her attention far away, until the door opens—slowly, deliberately.She doesn’t turn. She doesn’t need to.She already feels it—a shift in the air, a heaviness that only ever comes with Eliot’s guilt.He enters, holding a thick folder in his hand, his knuckles pale from how tightly he grips it.He says nothing.But he doesn’t need to.Harlene turns to face him, eyes narrowing with a slow, sinking dread.“Did something bad happen?” Her voice is calm, but a storm trembles beneath it.Eliot moves like a man carrying a coffin, placing the folder on her desk without a word.“Eliot…” She called out to him.She studies his face, drawn, haunted. The way his shoulders slope with shame, how his mouth refuses to form the words.She reaches out and touches the folder. Clueless
In the remote cabin of Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada.A cold wind sweeps across the vast, snowy expanse. A small, isolated cabin stands nestled between towering evergreens, its wooden frame creaking under the pressure of the elements. It’s beautiful, but lonely—the perfect place to vanish.Fallon steps outside, wrapped in a heavy coat, boots crunching into the frost. Her breath fogs the air. Her cuffs are gone, but so is any illusion of freedom. This is exile, dressed in the polite clothing of protection.She holds a satellite phone. A phone locked to receive calls but never to send out a message. The screen flickers, and then stabilizes—a clear image of Madam Kingsley appears. Composed. Regal. Untouched by the cold or consequence.“How are you keeping up, Fallon?” Madam Kingsley asks in concern. “You tell me. You’re the one who sent me here.”Madam Kingsley offers a tight, unreadable smile. “This was necessary. For your safety.” She reasoned. Fallon laughs bitterly.“No. No more
The soft hum of the engines vibrates through the cabin, constant and detached. Outside the window, the sky is black—an endless ocean of stars swallowed by clouds.Fallon slowly stirs, her eyelids fluttering open to a dimly lit interior that smells faintly of leather and lavender oil. Her head throbs. Her mouth is dry. Her wrists are gently, but firmly, cuffed to the arms of her seat, restrained in sleek, silk-lined leather like a prisoner wrapped in luxury.She blinks, trying to gather herself. The fog in her mind lingers like a drug she hasn't quite shaken off.“Where are you taking me?” She asks the flight attendant. Her voice was soft and dry. Not asking for any help to be untied because she knew she can’t get away anyway.The flight attendant smiled. “Mr. Kingsley wants to send you to Canada.” She replied casually as if seeing a woman tied up was the norm.Fallon nods. Her eyes are still blurry, and her mind is still foggy.Despite that, she remembers every word Nathan had told her