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Ariane’s POV One day, as I sat on the porch, listening to the gentle whisper of the wind, memories of Leon came flooding back to me. Images of memories flashed through my mind—days of vision during our marriage that quickly turned into moments of tension. I took a deep breath, trying to push the images away. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. A text message came in from Mark, who was at work, asking if I wanted to go for a walk. I quickly answered it, trying not to show that I was feeling anxious.

Jenna’s text popped up as soon as I rolled over in bed: I haven’t forgiven you yet, so you have to let me join today’s field trip. I replied, No problem, the more the merrier. The subway was unusually quick, which meant I got to work earlier than expected—just enough time to steel myself for whatever chaos Damien had planned.

There was one final handwritten line beneath the unfinished notes. She read it once. Then her eyes widened. At the bottom of the page, beneath the description of the experimental gas, her father had written its name. THANOX.