Sarah's POV
The cabin was quiet, but it wasn't the peaceful quiet of a sanctuary. It was the heavy, pressurized silence of a bunker. I was curled up on the worn sofa, a book open in my lap, though I hadn't processed a single sentence in twenty minutes. My mind was back in Manhattan, wandering through the cold, marble corridors of the life I had fled, wondering which one of Jason’s shadows was currently stepping into my old shoes.
Across from me, Wesley sat in a high-backed wooden chair. He was meticulously marking down timestamps on a security log, his eyes occasionally flickering to the encrypted tablet that showed the feed from the trail cameras hidden half a mile down the mountain. The soft scratching of his pen against the paper was the only steady rhythm in the room.
The heavy thu
