Chapter 10 - THE FINAL ECHOSix months later, Emily was thriving. She had learned to live with her prosthetic, had gone back to school, and had reclaimed her name. We met for coffee, a celebration of her freedom.
As we sat in the park, a man walked past us. He looked at Emily, then at me. He looked too familiar. Too clean. Too poised.
I gripped Emily’s hand.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I don't know," I whispered.
As the man disappeared into the crowd, my phone buzzed with an anonymous text. It was a link. I clicked it. It was a live feed of Emily and me, sitting on that bench, taken from a camera less than ten feet away.
Below the feed, a message: "Phase two begins now."
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I realized then that Daniel hadn't been the leader. He was just the apprentice. And the foundation was still watching.
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