Kara was exhausted. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined this outcome—that her adoptive father, who had finally been rescued after years of being enslaved by Lillian Luthor and the horrific Project Cadmus, had willingly been working for them all along.

It was too much for Kara to bear. Everything hit Kara like a bullet train; every inch of sadness and trauma she’d gone through the last few months, absolutely everything, washed over her like a tsunami.

Devastated, she lay curled up on the couch in her apartment, a blanket loosely draped over her body. Her gaze was distant, fixed on an empty spot on the floor past the coffee table. Unshed tears glistened in her eyes, threatening to spill over. How was she supposed to feel, knowing her adoptive father had lied to her all this time? The betrayal cut deep. Kara’s heart was shattered.

She didn’t want to see anyone—not Alex, not Mon-El, not anyone. Solitude was the only comfort she craved as she sulked in her heartbreak.

Her quiet misery was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Kara sighed, her breath shaky as she hesitated to answer. She feared her voice would betray her if she spoke too quickly.

“I-It’s unlocked…” she murmured, just loud enough to be heard through the door. Kara didn’t bother looking up to see who had entered. She remained where she was, lost in the emptiness of her thoughts, her eyes fixed on the same blank spot on the floor.