You weren’t supposed to become visible.
The heavy door opened, revealing a secure briefing room buried deep inside the operations center. Morrison pushed me inside while the guards remained outside.
The moment the door sealed shut, I turned toward him.
“Tell me the truth.”
He removed his glasses slowly, exhaustion showing through the calm mask he usually wore.
“We believe someone has been searching for you for years.”
I stared at him.
“That makes no sense.”
“It does now.”
He tapped the classified file still clutched in my hand.
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