Emma didn't sleep. She hadn't, not truly, since the footage had surfaced. The days bled into nights, the clock hands spinning like a roulette wheel, and every moment she waited for the house of cards to collapse.

Only now, it had.

The morning headline blared from every screen and newspaper:

"Feds Move In: Emma Carter and Jack Hayes Under Criminal Investigation"

She sat in the back of a black SUV, tinted windows shielding her from the flashbulbs that chased them through lower Manhattan. ...