Chapter 67 MAYA’S CRISIS

Sunday, Fifty-six days left, 7:13 AM.

The alarm tore through the warehouse’s early stillness with a sharp, repeating electronic beep. Vera was on her feet before she even registered waking, and the sound came from Maya’s cot.

She wasn’t the first to reach it. Finn got there ahead of her, not becau...

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