Chapter 336
Untitled
Jake known her since childhood. He spent summers going to day trips with their grand mothers. He played sports growing up. He attended the same schools and did good for himself
The afternoon sun, softened by the sheer drapes in the safe house, cast long, dusty beams across the worn hardwood floor. Sophia sat cross-legged on the Persian rug, the familiar scent of old money and something faintly metallic—perhaps traces of the last mission—filling her nostrils. She was tracing the lines of a half-sketched design for a sapphire necklace, the gem’s intense blue mocking the grey uncertainty clouding her thoughts. The silence, usually a welcome blanket after the cacophony of surveillance and debriefing, was beginning to feel heavy, pressing her toward memories she usually kept locked behind several layers of operational discipline.
She reached for her laptop, the cool aluminum a momentary comfort against her palm before she navigated to the photo archives. It wasn't the mission files she sought, nor the encrypted comms logs. It was Jake.
Jake. The name felt like a piece of home, a relic from a life that seemed impossibly distant now—the one where degrees were earned sequentially, where a death in the family hadn't cracked the foundation of her reality, and where the CIA was an exciting, hypothetical future, not the grim, daily grind it had become.
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