Mira's POV

Six months have passed since the election. Since the trial. Since everything changed. I wake early in my small Blackridge dwelling and watch the sun rise over the city. It looks different now, with scaffolding on buildings, new construction, and spaces still empty.

But also: life. Movement. People refusing to let destruction define them. I've taken a position at the medical facility. Using my Windermere training to help rebuild. I'm not Luna here. Not officially anything. Just a ...