Chapter 308

By the time Celeste Harper arrived at the Yannburgh Military District, it was already dusk, and the chilly wind kept blowing. The sounds of intense drills filled the air as they always had, full of energy and discipline. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. For a moment, she even thought Mr. Foster had made a terrible joke over the phone. That thought shattered the second she stepped into Ethan Shaw’s courtyard. Right in the middle of the living room, a small white porcelain urn sat solemnly on the table. Propped against it was Ava Quarles’ black-and-white photo, framed by black ribbons. All the Blue Eagle members were there, eyes red, each with a different look on their face. “Ma'am,” Mr. Foster, standing closest to the door, wiped his tears and quickly came over. Celeste felt like her legs were made of lead, dragging as she tried to cross the room. Her voice trembled as she asked, “Where’s Ava?” Mr. Foster’s gaze dropped to the urn, his tone heavy. “The day of the operation, the enemy