"Indeed! Should this project fall into such hands, rest assured, there will be an outcry!"

Voices clamored around her. The crowd was in turmoil, directing their yells at Rosalynn.

Rosalynn compressed her crimson lips, dismissing Ballard's allegations with ease. Yet, amidst the clamor, a single truth pierced her composure.

Barlow was gone.

Though not by her doing, his death had etched a permanent scar upon her heart.