Chapter 8 - The Aftermath
The mansion was silent. The mercenaries were gone, and the data was out there, changing the world forever.
Julian carried Nia back down to the control center, his face pale and his hands shaking. He carefully tended to her shoulder, his touch gentle and precise.
"You’re going to be okay," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
Nia drifted in and out of consciousness. She saw Julian’s face, etched with worry and relief. "It’s done," she murmured.
"Yes," he said, holding her hand. "It’s done."
When she finally woke up, the sun was streaming through the windows of the safe room. She felt stiff and sore, but she was alive.
Julian was sitting in the corner, his head in his hands. He looked exhausted, but his eyes were bright with a newfound hope.
"You’re awake," he said, rushing to her side.
"I am," she replied, her voice soft. "Are they gone?"
"They’re gone," Julian said. "And the world knows the truth. It’s over, Nia. We’re safe."
Nia smiled. It had been a long, harrowing night, but they had made it.
"So, what happens now?" she asked.
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Julian looked at her, his expression serious. "We get to start over."
He reached out and took her hand. "But first, we’re going to get you some help."
