Failed projects usually get wiped out—Josie was proof of that.
And honestly, Amy’s ending wasn’t going to be much better. The only difference was, Amy never stopped fighting for her own survival. In that, at least, she did better than Josie ever could.
“Esther, nothing stays hidden forever,” Fiona said quietly.
Esther stared at her, anxiety creeping in until it swallowed her whole. She couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe right. Fiona didn’t have to threaten her—the icy chill running down Esther’s spine was enough to freeze her in place.
“Fiona, if only we weren’t enemies. Wouldn’t that be something?” Esther’s voice was soft, almost wistful.
Fiona finally looked over, her eyes cool and steady. “You want to be friends? Esther, that’s not how things work back in Country M.”
“You’ve got a lot of secrets buried in that body of yours,” Fiona added.
Esther went stiff, her hand snapping out to grab Fiona’s arm. Panic flashed in her eyes. “You know? You really know?”
“Could you save me, then?”
Fiona just shook her head, her face unreadable. She sounded like she was making small talk with an old friend. “You know better than anyone—your body’s already at its limit. And even if I could save you, I wouldn’t.”
She glanced at Esther, her expression cold. “Go home, Esther. Go clear your name, if you can.”
It was a clear dismissal. Esther hesitated, but Fiona had already leaned back in her chair and shut her eyes, as if the conversation was over.
Esther walked away, shoulders slumped, like she suddenly understood a lot more than she wanted to.
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