Five years ago, they sent me on a mission that was supposed to last three weeks—then left me to rot when everything went wrong. Now I'm back, broken but breathing, walking on government-issued prosthetics and burning with questions that have kept me alive through unspeakable hell. Nathaniel, Marcus, and Julian are waiting on that tarmac with smiles that don't reach their eyes, and they're about to learn that the woman they abandoned isn't the same one they sent away. They think I'm here for debriefing, for closure, for whatever pretty lie helps them sleep at night. But I didn't claw my way out of that compound just to let them walk away clean.