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“And if it’s already too late?” Cal asks.
Silence.
Then—
“It’s not,” I say.
Everyone looks at me.
I meet their gaze.
Steady.
Certain.
“It’s not too late,” I repeat.
Because it can’t be.
Not after everything.
Not after what we’ve risked.
Jase’s shoulder brushes mine.
Solid.
Grounding.
“I’m with her,” he says.
Of course he is.
The van comes to a stop.
Engine idling.
No movement outside.
No guards visible.
Too clean.
Too easy.
I hate it.
Ethan nods once.
“Let’s go.”
The doors slide open.
Cold night air rushes in.
And there it is—
The facility.
