Alethea

"This is the only viable option right now," I say, my voice urgent. "They want him dead, Doctor. We have to make them believe they've succeeded while we work in secret to save him."

I speak quickly, hoping that he will see reason. But I can tell he's conflicted, torn between duty and fear.

Dr. Josh runs a hand over his face, rubbing hard, like he's trying to clear away the fog of my absurd suggestion.

But is it absurd?

His mouth opens, but then he closes it again, weighing the risks and the consequences.

"This doesn't look good, Ally," he mutters in a hushed tone.

And he's right....