Twenty-five years in that house, and I left with just one small suitcase.An hour later, I stood at my parents' front door. I turned the key. It had been a long time.Mom was in the living room watching the news. The second she saw me, she jumped up and hugged me tight."Baby, you're home," she choked out. "Your dad...""Mom, it's okay." I rubbed her back. "Everything is going to be fine.""Aurora?" Dad's voice came from upstairs.I hurried up and pushed open the study door.I expected a total mess. I expected my father, a state senator hunted by rivals and feds, to be a broken man.Instead, he was leaning back in his leather chair, calmly sipping his whiskey.When he saw the tiny suitcase holding twenty-five years of my memories, he actually smiled."That's all you brought?" He raised an eyebrow and slid a folder across the desk.I froze. I stared at the top-secret file stamped with an FBI watermark."Come here, sweetie," he said, gesturing for me to sit. "Don't worry. I've survived N
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