The world didn’t explode the day after Jason and Leah’s wedding was ruined but something inside them did.

Something broke.

Something hardened.

What Andrew took wasn’t just a moment, it was their moment, and it had been stolen, twisted, and left bleeding. That pain didn’t go away. It just changed shape. It became a cold, quiet fire burning in their chests, pushing them forward through endless sleepless nights, black site bunkers, and a digital war that seemed more impossible by the day.

“I can’t even feel the ring on my finger anymore,” Leah muttered one night, staring at the dim glow of her screen, its code blinking like a weak...