LOGINThe black van cruised steadily along the outer-city highway, far from the crowded center. Its windows were tinted, the engine quiet, and two other vehicles followed at a measured distance, keeping to the same lane. Harold sat comfortably in the middle seat, one leg crossed over the other, his suit i
At the prosecutor’s office, Daven received the report with a long, heavy breath. Just the night before, he’d finally felt a sliver of calm—thanks to Althea’s visit, and the quiet strength his wife had given him to face all of this.But this morning’s news sent his emotions surging all over again. If
Morning arrived as it always did. Althea tried to act as normal as possible, even though a heavy sense of worry still wrapped around her heart. This morning, she hoped—quietly, desperately, that there would be news from Arsen about her husband.At the Miller family home, Althea sat at the dining tab
“Give my love to the kids,” Daven said, gently stroking Althea’s hair. From the moment she arrived, he’d been looking at her with quiet reluctance—as if he wanted nothing more than to keep her here a little longer, but…“If you keep looking at me like that,” Althea said softly, “it’ll be hard for me
Daven stared at the items for a long moment. Something tightened in his chest—not because of the situation, but because of the quiet care wrapped into every detail.“You shouldn’t have to do all this,” he said softly.Althea lifted her face. “I’m your wife. What’s wrong with doing this? Does it both
The door closed softly behind them.The room provided by the prosecutor’s office wasn’t large, but it was warm enough—a two-seater sofa, a small table, a water dispenser, and a frosted window that let light in without revealing anything outside. At the very least, it was far from cameras and spotlig







