The doors opened again. More noise. More chaos.
And this time… it was Harlan.
His eyes swept the scene, the overturned chairs, the terrified patients, the drawn guns. Then me.
And thenher.
He moved forward. Expression unreadable.
Erin smiled like the devil in lipstick. “Perfect timing, Chief. Our suspect already confessed.”
“She’s not a suspect,” I snapped. “And she didn’t confessshit, you fucking liar. She’s taking the fall for me... a fall you orchestrated, Voss.”
Remi turned to him. “Go ahead, Chief. You came all this way.”
He hesitated.
Just a beat.
And then he stepped forward and pulled the cuffs from his belt.
“No.” I whispered it. Begged it.
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t blink.
Remi didn’t flinch. Didn’t break.
And Harlan didn’t look at me.
He looked at her.
And he cuffed her wrists.
The room went dead silent.
Then Remi looked up at him, calm, searing, and said, “Didn’t know when you said you had my back, you meant you’d be standing there cuffing me.”
And I watched Harlan recoil like he had been shot.
They led her toward the door.
I tried to follow, but I couldn’t reach her.
A wounded sound tore from my throat as I screamed her name.
And all I could do was hope someone,anyone, knew this wasn’t justice. This wasn’t the truth. This wasn’t how our story was supposed to end.
But in the eyes of the law?
We weren’t just rebels.
We weren't the good guys.
We were a cautionary tale.
We were the villains.
I stood there, shaking, while Harlan read Remi her rights. While she stared at him like she’d never forgive him. Like she couldn’t believe he’d do it himself.
