A room.
Red walls.
Children’s names written across files.
Numbers beside them.
Status updates.
Deceased.
Missing.
Terminated.
Conditioning failed.
I gasp sharply.
Clay catches my arm instantly.
“Hannah?”
“The list.”
Wu goes completely still.
Oh my God.
I finally understand.
It’s not intelligence codes.
Not military secrets.
It’s worse.
So much worse.
The list is proof.
Every child Sentinel stole.
Every child who died.
Every child they broke.
I look at Wu in horror.
“You documented them.”
Wu says nothing.
Which means yes.
Gabriel’s face goes pale.
“Hannah…”
