A guard waves our car through the gate, and we pull into the wooded grounds of the Valentini compound.

Roman received a text from my father informing him that the Russian threat has been eliminated. I’m no longer in danger, and my security detail has been called off.

It’s a relief to have one less issue to worry about.

My hand rests on my stomach as Roman navigates the long driveway. Neither of us said much during the twenty-minute ride. I think we’re both in ...