— For what it’s worth, ma’am… I think you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met. And I’ve met a lot of operators.
She turned, surprised.
— Why?
— Because you came back. You could have said no. Could have stayed safe. But when it mattered, you didn’t hesitate. Even knowing what it might cost you emotionally.
Morrison stood.
— That’s not just bravery, ma’am. That’s something more.
Grace didn’t respond to that. After a moment, Morrison moved toward the door.
— Get some rest, Chief. You’ve earned it.
— Sergeant.
He paused.
— Thank you for spotting targets. For being professional in the back seat. For—she gestured vaguely—everything.
— Anytime, ma’am. Literally. If you ever need a back-seater again… I’m your guy.
After he left, Grace sat back on her bunk, still holding the photograph. The faces looked back at her—young, confident, immortal in the way that only people who don’t yet know they’re mortal can be.
— I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, she whispered. But I saved 12 others today. Hope that counts for something.
The photograph didn’t answer. It never did.
But for the first time in 10 years, Grace felt like maybe—just maybe—it was enough.
TOMORROW, SHE FACES A CHOICE: RETURN TO SHADOWS OR EMBRACE THE LEGEND SHE NEVER WANTED TO BE. AND THE ONE PERSON WHO COULD FORCE HER DECISION IS ABOUT TO ARRIVE—WITH A SECRET THAT WILL SHAKE HER TO THE CORE.
