Somewhere ahead waited another locked door, another system with its own polished language and hidden rot.
That was all right.
Truth did not need to arrive with fanfare.
It just needed someone stubborn enough to carry it until the right moment.
And Claire Bennett had built a life out of staying long past the moment weaker people walked away.
So she kept driving.
Into the dark.
Into the work.
Into whatever men in power were still telling themselves nobody would ever prove.
This time, like every time that mattered, they were wrong.
