Nobody said much after Casey revealed the connection to Bluffton and the silence inside the rental house felt heavier than any arguments we could have had. Because Ohio wasn’t supposed to be part of this. California made sense, the archives made sense and the Asset program made sense along with my childhood.
Bluffton didn’t. Yet every document Casey uncovered pointed in the same direction. So Blade stood at the head of the table while maps, photos and files covered every available surface.
“We leave tomorrow.” Blade said.
Not a single person argued because everyone had already reached the same conclusion. The war wasn’t in California anymore. The war was heading home and Brax folded his arms.
“I hate when she’s right.” Brax said.
“Thank you.” I said.
“You were right about someth
