The tears did not stop falling nor did the anguish in his heart disappate. She had every right to be angry with him. To scream and yell and throw things if she needed to. He nodded his understanding, weakly twining his fingers with hers and trying to give them a gentle squeeze.

Sims had failed. Theo was alive, and that was important. To Clairfield and the Alliance. But right now he hated the Voice. Hated being a pawn. Being forced to rip apart his family's emotions.