Behind us, the footsteps in the tunnel grew louder, splashing through the shallow water.

“Alana!” a voice called out.

It was a voice that sent a shiver down my spine.

The key turned with a loud, heavy click.

The iron door began to swing open, creaking on its ancient hinges.

A bright, blinding light poured through the opening.

I shielded my eyes, squinting into the glare.

A figure stood in the opening, silhouetted against the bright light.

I held my breath, unable to move.

The door opened fully.

And the truth stood before me.

The legacy was finally revealed.

I took a step forward, my heart in my mouth.

The phone in my hand went completely dead.

The light enveloped us both.

And the door began to swing shut behind us.

The heavy iron lock clicked into place.

Leaving the shadow in the dark.

But the room we were in was not empty.

The walls were covered in monitors, all flashing with live feeds.

Feeds of the ranch.

Feeds of the clinic.

And a feed of the very tunnel we had just escaped.