The silence after Weber was caught was surreal. There was suddenly no more pressure, no threats; no constant fear-after months and months, it was a deluge. Isabella stood in the middle of the empty warehouse, her mind racing as the finality of it all began to sink in. It's over, yet it didn't feel like it. Her body still hummed with adrenaline; the reverberation of all they'd gone through still echoed in her chest.
Leon approached from across the room, his face set in its usual intensity, but there was something different about him now-relief, pride-she wasn't quite sure, but as his gaze met hers, his expression softened.
"We did it," he said in a low voice.
Isabella nodded, barely able to say much. It was almost too good to be true. The weight that was just lifted wasn't quite real. "It's strange," she said, her head shaking slightly, "I thought I'd feel more…"
"Free?" Leon suggested.
"Yeah," Isabella admitted, her voice trailing off.
