The rain poured in torrents outside their modest home, the next morning. As she approached the door, Martha couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach since morning. She peered through the peephole cautiously, her heart skipping a beat as she saw the towering silhouette of her bodyguard standing on the doorstep, rain dripping from his black coat.

With a deep breath, Martha opened the door just a crack, her eyes scanning the street for any signs of trouble. Satisfied ...