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The maintenance tunnel was damp and silent, the air thick with the smell of old concrete and rust. Their footsteps echoed faintly, each step a reminder that even here, they couldn’t fully outrun the past.Sonia gripped the file tightly, her fingers numb from the cold and the weight of what she’d done. She’d killed a man. The realization gnawed at her with every breath, leaving her hollow and small in a way she’d never felt before.Eric walked a few paces ahead, checking corners, his posture tense. Every flicker of light from the overhead bulbs painted his features in harsh lines. She could see the way his jaw was set, the tension in his shoulders. He was exhausted too.They reached a bend in the tunnel, a small alcove hidden from the main path. Eric paused, wiping sweat from his brow, and gestured for her to stop. She obeyed, pressing her back against the cold wall.“Give me a second,” he said. His voice was low, clipped. He rummaged through his jacket, pulling out a crumpled map and

Sonia woke with a start, her head pounding. The safe house’s creaky bed sagged beneath her, and for a moment, she didn’t know where she was. Shadows from the early dawn slanted across the wooden walls, and for the first time in days, the air wasn’t thick with smoke or panic. But the memory of Daxton’s halls still clung to her like smoke ghosts in every corner.She rubbed her eyes and pushed herself upright. Eric lay beside her, his breathing shallow but steady. He’d insisted on taking the couch, but somewhere in the night he’d drifted over to the mattress beside her, seeking comfort he’d never admit to needing. A dark stain of dried blood marked his shirt where he’d been cut escaping Daxton, but the wound looked clean, if angry.Sonia exhaled, feeling the ache in her own chest. Leaving Daxton had been a blur racing down back halls, slipping through staff doors, Eric’s hand in hers like a lifeline. There’d been no time to think, only to run. When they’d reached the safe house hours lat

The morning mist clung to the treetops as Sonia stood by the window, watching the world wake. The smell of damp earth mixed with the faint scent of cedar smoke from the fireplace behind her. Eric was by the table, packing the last of the supplies into a worn backpack, maps, protein bars, a small first aid kit. His movements were precise, almost too careful, like he was trying to keep the worry from leaking into his hands.She hadn’t slept much. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the cracked walls of Daxton, the echoes of betrayal and pain. She heard Isla’s voice, Alex’s silent gaze, the cries of those who had trusted the wrong people. She’d worn Silas’s blazer like armor, but now she wondered if the person inside was strong enough without it.Eric zipped the bag and looked up, meeting her eyes. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low.No, she thought. But she nodded anyway. “Yeah.”He crossed the room and touched her shoulder, his thumb brushing her collarbone as if he could cha

The cold air inside the greenhouse bit at Sonia’s fingers as she pulled open the rusted grate beneath the fern-covered cistern. Moss clung to the edges like a warning. The tunnel below yawned wide, musty and forgotten. This was the place the school had abandoned but now, it was their path to resurrection.Eric crouched beside her, flashlight between his teeth, his injured arm clutched close to his chest. He didn’t complain. Not once. Sonia could see it in his clenched jaw the pain, the effort it took to stay quiet. But still, he moved.Behind them, Isla adjusted the fuse wires on the chemical setup they’d pieced together from the science lab’s storage. A small mix of potassium permanganate and glycerin would trigger just enough smoke to cause alarm. Not an explosion. Just confusion.“Two minutes,” Isla whispered, eyes on the tiny timer.Sonia gave her a firm nod. Then, she turned to Alex, who held the tablet preloaded with the uplink sequence Silas had sent from the city. A glowing re

Silas didn’t answer right away. He stared out into the dark, jaw tight, eyes distant. “Matches burn out,” he said eventually. “But sometimes they start fires.”Sonia drew her knees closer, her arms wrapped around them. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”Silas glanced sideways at her. “You afraid of what’s next?”“No.” She exhaled. “I’m afraid I’ll stop feeling afraid. That I’ll get used to this fighting, running, bleeding for something we’re not even sure will hold.”Silas nodded slowly. “But we keep going anyway.”The door creaked again. Eric leaned on the frame, looking pale but steadier than before. One arm was in a sling now, but his stance was solid. “Am I interrupting?”Sonia stood immediately. “You should be resting.”He shrugged with his good shoulder. “I rested enough to know I hate it.”Silas stood, gave them both a long look, and murmured, “I’ll give you two a minute.”As he disappeared into the inn, Eric stepped out beside Sonia, his voice quiet. “You really lit a match back the