Chapter 50 - The Unfinished Horizon
That evening, I stood on the back deck of the Tahoe safehouse, looking out across the vast, mirror-like surface of the lake as the sun dipped below the distant mountain ridge.
The sky burned in brilliant shades of violet, orange, and deep indigo, casting a breathtaking reflection across the water.
Ethan walked out onto the deck, handing me a steaming mug of black coffee before leaning against the wooden railing beside me.
“So,” Ethan said softly, taking a sip from his own mug. “What’s next, Commander? No shadow syndicates left to dismantle, no rogue generals to rescue, and no encrypted microchips to hide.”
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I took a slow, appreciative sip of my coffee, feeling the warm, familiar heat spread through my chest as I watched the last rays of sunlight fade behind the peaks.
“Next?” I murmured, smiling as I looked out at the endless horizon where the blue water met the infinite evening sky. “We just watch the sun rise.”
