“…predictable when it matters most.”
The line went dead.
Mara didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe.
For a moment, the room felt too small—like the walls were closing in.
Then slowly… she stood.
No fear.
No hesitation.
Only certainty.
She reached for her jacket, eyes locking onto the darkness beyond the window.
“He’s not finished…”
Her voice was barely a whisper.
But it carried something stronger than fear.
Resolve.
“…and neither am I.”
Outside, the night stretched endlessly across the sky.
Quiet.
Deceptive.
Waiting.
And somewhere out there—
Someone was already watching her again.
