Reyhan’s car sped through the rain-slicked streets, the tires hissing against the wet asphalt. In the back seat, Deviana stared out the window, her fingers brushing the small flash drive in her jacket pocket. It burned like fire against her skin — a piece of evidence that could change everything, or paint a bigger target on her back. At the wheel, Reyhan kept calm, glancing at the rearview mirror now and then. Beside him, Lila sat tense, her shoulders rising as she drew in a deep breath.

“Where do we go first?” Deviana asked, her voice firmer than she felt.

“The hospital,” Reyhan replied. “Adrian’s still there. We need him...