Amara had been seventeen when she learned what hunger felt like.
Her father's debts. Her mother's sickness. The men who came knocking.
Kola Adeyemi had offered her a way out.
Work for him. Watch. Listen. Report.
She told herself it wasn't betrayal if the people she betrayed were criminals.
But Darius had changed everything.
Now she sat alone, holding the flash drive like a weapon, knowing that once it was delivered, there would be no turning back.
She whispered his name into the darkness.
And cried for the first time in years.