Where the Crows lie

The dead don’t speak, but sometimes they leave whispers.

Sophia stood by her brother’s desk, now a crime scene sanitized by bureaucracy. Matt’s apartment smelled of coffee, dust, and gun oil. Familiar. Painfully familiar.

The TV murmured a headline on loop: “CIA Officer Goes Rogue: Sells Secrets to South American Rebel?”

She clenched her fist.

She didn’t believe it. Not for a second.

And when Sophia Blake didn’t believe something—she proved it.

Even if it killed her.