Prologue

Carrie´s POV

The world turned gray.

Every person in New York City saw that day in a different colour: For some, it was black. Black as smoke. Black as all the funerals that came after. For others, the vast majority, it was red. Red as the flames. Red as blood.

For me, it was gray. The ashes. The dust. The dead bodies on the street. Even the screams turned gray. I´d seen, and I have seen since that day, dozens of explosions, of people dying and children crying, of buildings falling down. But the world has never turned as gray as it did that day. I doubt it will ever be that shade again.

That's the problem with tragedies: They hit us right where we least expect them. No one expected the great, magnificent Titanic to sink. No one expected the Twin Towers to fall. I never expected my unconditional friend to die in them.

That wasn`t the day I started working for the CIA, but that was the day I decided that it would be my personal mission to be the foreseer. To never let anyone be hit like that day again. I made a silent vow, that the next time, I would see it coming.

Next time, I would stop it.

At any cost.

I didn´t know then how much it would actually cost me. But something tells me that, even if I had known, I would have vowed all the same.

So I guess this is the story of the Gray Day, and everything that happened after. Then it will be up to you to decide if I've kept my vow or not.