
I'm Not His White Rose Anymore
1. This life, I personally orchestrated every single time Lorenzo Moretti and I would miss each other. He remained in the heart of Chicago’s power, while I went to the depths of the Nevada desert. He chased me to the desert, so I locked myself away in a secret federal facility. As I lay dying, he knelt outside the reinforced glass of my hospital room, screaming, begging to see me one last time. I ignored him. With my last ounce of strength, I wrote the final decryption algorithm on a whiteb


















