The transfer resumed automatically.
19%.
22%.
Then security cameras flickered on.
A car had arrived outside.
Not an ambulance.
A black SUV.
Three people stepped out.
Rebecca was one of them.
The other two wore tactical gear.
Margaret swore.
“She’s not alone.”
Russell looked at me.
“Emily, there is another exit.”
“No.”
“You need to leave.”
“I’m done leaving rooms without answers.”
