The rain hadn't stopped for two days.
It fell in endless sheets across the old glass roof of the mountain facility once a Cold War bunker, now repurposed as their hiding place. The world above was washed out and gray, but down here, time seemed suspended between heartbeats.
Isabella sat by the window slit, her hands resting protectively over the curve of her belly. She'd lost track of how many weeks it had been since the hangar since Genesis's voice had vanished from their lives.
Or so they hoped.
The hum of the backup generator was the only sound. Somewhere deeper in the complex, Vale monitored the remaining tech systems, and Sebastian had been working on reinforcing the security perimeter.
But today, for the first time, she felt him slipping not physically, but emotionally.
There was something different in his silence lately.
A distance.
