Mom exhaled.
“Hello, Aunt June.”👉 Read the Full Story
I stared at her.
“You told me Aunt June lived in Arizona.”
“I lied.”
Aunt June looked me over.
“This the boy?”
Mom nodded.
Aunt June’s expression softened for half a second.
“He has your eyes. Poor kid.”
Inside, the cabin looked ordinary at first. Old plaid couch. Woodstove. Books stacked everywhere. A framed picture of a trout no one looked proud of catching. Then Aunt June moved a bookshelf aside and revealed a steel door behind it.
Behind that door was a room filled with radios, maps, old computers, encrypted monitors, and walls covered in photographs. Red string connected faces to locations. Dates were written on tape beneath satellite images. At the center of one board was Admiral Carter.
Beside him was Elias Voss.
Aunt June poured coffee into a mug and slid it to Mom.
“Carter vanished twenty minutes after the assembly,” she said. “Security cameras went black. His driver was found unconscious. No blood.”
