LEGACY OF A BILLIONAIRE SON-IN-LAW

Part 128

They traveled at night now.

The system had eyes in the day—satellites still clinging to the remnants of the upper grid, drones scanning highways from miles above, sound-based trackers floating like dust across the wind. But at night, the system pulsed slower. Hesitant. Like it was still trying to predict what they’d do next.

Leon could feel the difference.

It was like the world was starting to remember how to breathe without permission.

Mara rode beside him in the back of the skimmer, silent for most of the trip. Since the memory echo, she had changed again. Not broken—opened. Sometimes she would stop mid-sentence, like listening to voices only she could hear. Other times, she would whisper places they hadn’t passed in years—like she knew what lay just beyond the hills.

Calia drove. Sophia slept in the rear. Bren kept watch on the left flank, rifle in hand, though his limp had worsened since the last drone attack.

Leon sat up front, map in his lap—though it was barely a map anymore.

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