Cyclone nods.
“That was dramatic.”
Logan looks around the quiet room.
“So the ghost is dead.”
Boone looks down at me.
“You did it.”
I lean back in the chair.
The tension finally leaving my chest.
“Yes.”
Outside the glass walls—
Los Angeles glows peacefully.
The city safe.
The system gone.
And for the first time since this all began—
The future belongs to people again.
Not machines.
Boone squeezes my hand.
“Ready to go home?”
I smile softly.
“Yes.”
This time—
I think we actually can.
62
Boone
The river looks exactly the way we left it.
Slowly flowing.
Quiet.
Untouched by everything that happened thousands of miles away.
The truck rolls slowly down the gravel drive, tires crunching over the stones.
The house comes into view through the trees.
