Reconciled with DicksonDaisy's POVI stood in front of the safe house, my breath fogging the cool morning air. My fingers trembled, not from the chill but from the pain and weight of everything I carried. Memories. Regrets. Guilt. I hadn’t planned to return. I had vanished for a reason. But something in me refused to stay gone. Not after everything. Not after Rosa.Not after him.I raised my hand and knocked.The door creaked open seconds later, and there he was—Dickson. Older, more tired than I remembered. The lines on his face etched deeper, but those eyes? Still the same. Cold, calculating, but searching too. Like they were trying to make sense of seeing a ghost."Daisy."My name in his voice. It didn’t sound like anger. Not even surprise. Just... silence, wrapped in disbelief."Can I come in?"He hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside. I walked past him, the air thick with unspoken words.Inside, it was the same. Same broken furniture, same flickering lights, same smell of st
Children of Daisy's POVWe never knew our mother. Not really.We knew her voice, soft in the dark when the wind howled outside the safe house. We knew her touch, brushing a stray lock of hair behind our ears. We knew her scent — jasmine and metal, warmth and worry. But not her truth. Not the full shape of her past.That was never ours to have.Our uncle never talked much about her. But he watched us like a man holding onto something fragile. Like if he let go, everything she was would disappear. So we never asked too many questions. We didn’t have to. Not when his eyes answered what his mouth never could.We lived in a small farmhouse tucked away past the ridge, where the trees thinned and the sky stretched wide and blue. He fixed fences and repaired old radios. We fed chickens, read banned books, and raced down dirt paths until we fell, laughing, in wild grass.We were safe.We didn’t know why, but we were.Some nights, though, it came back. The tension. He’d stare out the window lon
Dickson’s POVThe city looked peaceful again. But I knew better.I sat alone in the safe house, staring at the flash drive. It lay on the table like a quiet bomb. Everyone else had gone, vanished into new lives or hiding places.But I stayed.“Still staring at that thing?” a voice said behind me.I didn’t look up. “Thought you left.”Harley stepped inside, limping a little. He carried a paper bag and dropped it on the table.“Coffee,” he said. “Figured you’d still be here.”“Thanks.”He sat across from me, eyes on the drive. “You think it’s over?”“No,” I said. “I think it just went underground.”Harley took a sip of his coffee. “I reopened the firm. Tech stuff. Green energy, mostly. Thought I’d try something good for once.”I nodded. “Redemption?”He laughed quietly. “Something like that.”“What about Rosa?” I asked.Harley’s smile faded. “Gone. No word. Not even a trace.”“Same with Daisy.”“Same with everyone,” Harley muttered. “Like we never existed.”I looked at the drive. “This
Dickson POV …been lying about more than we thought. The drive confirms she was behind the West Cell blackout—and she orchestrated the council leaks.”There was a long pause. “And?”“She knew about Cole. She let him get taken.”Dickson exhaled. “That means she’s not just playing offense. She’s cleaning the house.”“Exactly,” I said. “But there’s something else. A hidden subdirectory. It’s encrypted differently.”“Can you break it?”“I’m trying,” I said. “But if I do… I think we’ll finally see who Rosa’s been answering to.”Dickson’s POVThe pieces were finally snapping into place—and it wasn’t the picture Rosa wanted us to see.I stood in the warehouse once more, watching Cole's breathing grow shallow. He wouldn’t last much longer, but he didn’t need to. He’d served his purpose.Bait.And soon, Rosa would bite.I had motion sensors planted in the rafters, relaying every movement. One twitch near the side entrance, and I’d know.My phone buzzed.Mira: Sub-directory cracked. Sending no
Dickson’s POVAfter Rosa finished calling me, I stood by the window, watching the city bleed neon through the rain-slicked glass. She thought she could manipulate me. Again.But I already knew who she was.I’ve always known.I’m not the fool she thinks I am—I’ve just been patient. Watching. Calculating. Waiting for her to expose the last piece of herself.Now I have it.The locker was never about the drive. It was about seeing how far she would go, who she’d burn, and who would burn with her. And she didn’t disappoint.I had the contents of that locker before she even handed me the envelope. I watched her slip the fake key inside it, thinking I’d take the bait. But I’d already followed her the night before. Already broken the code on her burner. Already accessed the maintenance tunnels under the station and lifted the drive.I copied everything.Then I torched the rest.Not because I’m trying to erase the truth—but because I already have my truth. And now I have hers.And Cole?He’s n
Rosa’s POVI didn't sleep.Not because I couldn’t—but because sleep felt like surrender.They think I’m broken. That I’m done. That I’m grieving.I’m not.I’m building.By the time the sun broke over the edge of the skyline, I was already three phone calls deep and twenty-four hours ahead of everyone else."Did you get the package?" I asked as soon as the line connected."Yes," said Harley. "But Rosa, this is serious—there’s enough dirt in here to bury half the city council.""Then start digging.""But what about Dickson? He knows. He has the drive Mira gave him.""Let him think he’s ahead. Let him run around like a righteous fool. He’s predictable."Harley hesitated. "And Daisy?""She’s hunting ghosts. Let her. I want her chasing shadows while I burn the real traitors."I ended the call without waiting for a reply.Then I grabbed my coat and keys.It was time to visit an old friend.The drive to the West Cell took an hour. When I arrived, the gates creaked open with a slow groan, and