SOFIA

The silence that took over the strategy room after my statement was dense, loaded with the weight of everything we had kept silent for months. The red and blue emergency lights of the patio continued to cut through the darkness, casting long geometric shadows on the polished wood of the center table.

Dante didn't answer right away. He didn't order me out of the room, nor did he remove the tactical folders. He simply stood there, his imposing figure dominating the seat he had just occupied