For three years they called me a freak—and I stayed silent—until they touched my little sister in front of everyone, and the truth I buried finally came out and changed everything.

stretching into a long, drawn-out mechanical groan. I analyzed the physical boundaries of the situation, tossing away the useless emotional panic and replacing it with pure, mathematical probability. Miller wanted me alive because a living, intact asset was worth billions in black-budget research data, but Lily was entirely expendable.

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