*Marmie*

The doorbell shattered the stillness of my afternoon routine. Whoever was on the other side of that door was in for a rude awakening. I checked the peephole, and my heart pounded against my chest like a sledgehammer as I tried to shake off the sense of approaching doom.

On the other side stood two men in black suits with shiny shoes, earpieces, and badges clipped on their belts.

The FBI.

The carefully woven web of deceit that had ...