The market was bustling with activity as Emily moved through the crowd, her hood pulled low over her face. She had come to buy food for herself and Atlas, hoping to blend in and avoid detection. But as she reached for a loaf of bread, she felt a pair of eyes on her. She glanced up and saw someone staring at her intently.

“Emily?” the person asked, their voice filled with uncertainty.

Emily’s heart raced. She shook her head, trying to deny it. “You must be mistaken,” she said, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her veins.

But the person was insistent. “No, it’s you. I know it’s...