~Flash Forward~
Reagan blew out a deep, weary breath, his vibrant green eyes fluttering open to regard the male standing before him. The weight of the world seemed to rest on his broad shoulders as he rose from the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, as if each step required a monumental effort.
Reagan strode towards the window without saying a word to Griffin, confident that his second-in-command understood what needed to be done. They had been through this dance before, the grim ritual of disposing of the evidence of Reagan's momentary lapses in control.
Reagan stood before the vast window, his hands buried deep in his pockets, gazing out at the lush forest beyond with a distant and unfocused expression. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each one more troubling than the las
