When Tomorrow Never Comes

Previously

…Stevie looked down at her hands, calloused and bearing the faint, almost invisible lines of countless battles. They had been instruments of salvation, but they had also been instruments of destruction. She had stopped Julliana, but the war had left its indelible mark. She was America, the hero, but she was also Stevie Green, a woman forever altered by the darkness she had faced. The world had been saved, but the silence that followed was filled with the echoes of what might have been, and the quiet, persistent hum of her own fractured future. The dawn was breaking, but for Stevie, the scars of the war were the only landscape she could truly see.