The door closes behind him.
Not slammed.
Not gentle.
Just… final enough to leave something behind.
I sit down slowly.
The room feels bigger now.
Colder.
Ronan’s voice comes back into focus. The world resumes.
But something’s off.
And for the first time since this started—
I don’t feel hunted.
I feel…
Alone.
17
Aaron
Location: Outside Safehouse — Lisbon
Time: Night
Idon’t go far.
I never do.
Just the block.
Just enough distance to breathe without breaking something I can’t fix.
The city hums around me—late-night noise, laughter, footsteps, life moving forward like nothing waits in the dark.
I don’t trust it.
I don’t trust anything that looks normal.
My comm is quiet.
That’s what hits first.
Not the noise.
The absence of it.
I check it anyway.
Still quiet.
