Jack stood silently in the dimly lit hallway of their modest home, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and dread. His reflection in the mirror revealed the innocent, wide-eyed face of Faith—a young girl with golden hair and curious eyes. It was a body he barely recognized as his own, yet beneath the surface, his mind clung desperately to his identity as Jack.
Gloria emerged from the kitchen, her eyes searching as she approached. She paused when she saw Faith’s face, her expression flickering with confusion and concern. “Jack? Is that you?” she whispered, voice trembling.
Jack—the person she once knew—wanted to reach out, to comfort her, but the weight of his secret pressed heavily on his shoulders. Instead, he managed a soft, childlike smile. “Yeah, It’s me,” he said gently.
Gloria’s brow furrowed. “You seem… different. Are you feeling okay?”
He nodded, forcing himself to sound cheerful. “I’m fine. Just a little tired.”
She hesitated, then stepped closer, her hand gently brushing Faith’s hair. “You’ve always been strong, sweetheart. Remember, no matter what, I love you.”
Tears welled in Jack’s eyes, threatening to betray him. He clenched his fists, fighting back the overwhelming emotion. This was their last moment together before he left on his dangerous mission—a mission that could change everything.
“Gloria,” Faith said softly, “I love you too.”
Gloria pulled her into a gentle hug, clutching her as if to memorize every detail. “Be safe, sweetheart. Come back to me.”
As the door closed behind him, Jack took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. His body might be that of an innocent girl, but his mind remained that of a seasoned agent. His mission was clear: infiltrate, gather intel, and return—if he returned at all.