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I’m scared.
Not of dying.
I’ve been ready for that since the day I left the Agency.
I’m terrified of losing this child.
If life ever gives you power again — if you ever find yourself with allies, money, weapons, anything — come for me.
Fast.
Before it’s too late.
If you arrive even one day after forty-eight hours from when this letter leaves my hands, I’ll already be gone.
Frozen solid.
With my baby still inside me.
I love you more than I ever knew how to say when we were girls.
I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.
Please save us.
Your big sister, always,
Elena Senior
— Your sister, forever
The End
