Alison sat alone in the conference room, Henry's parting words echoing in her mind: *"It's done."* The weight of his disappointment pressed down on her chest. She had betrayed him, and now there was no going back. She had lost him and possibly her only chance at redemption.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out to see a message from her employer. *"Update. Are you done yet?"* The coldness of the text struck her. The very people who had sent her into this storm didn't care about her or the damage she had caused. She was a tool, a disposable pawn in their larger game. And now, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to be part of their mission anymore.
