As the chopper lifted off empty, the last thing I saw was the two of them walking back toward the cabin, their silhouettes disappearing into the eternal white of Project Winter. ❄️
I ran for the ladder, my vision blurring from the cold. I reached out, my hand inches from the steel rung, when a heavy blow struck my shoulder. I collapsed into the snow. I looked up. It wasn't Elias. It wasn't Sarah.
We didn't check. In the mountains, suspicion is a death sentence. We chased him into the whiteout. He vanished into the fog, shouting his innocence until the wind drowned him out. The Final Betrayal
