Chapter 7 - A Flashback To The Night Everything Went Wrong
The memory of that fateful night five years ago flashed vividly through Jack’s exhausted mind behind the wheel.
Flames had engulfed his suburban home, and federal investigators had found what they claimed were his wife’s remains inside.
He had spent years drowning his grief in cheap whiskey and dead-end security jobs across the American Midwest.
“I mourned you every single day, Sarah... I thought I had failed my family when it mattered most,” Jack whispered bitterly.
“I know, Jack; and watching you suffer from afar was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to endure in my life,” she replied.
“Why couldn’t you contact me? Why let me carry that devastating burden alone for all those years?” Jack pressed.
“Because if anyone had known you were still communicating with me, they would have eliminated Leo too,” Sarah stated firmly.
The harsh reality of the intelligence world hit Jack like a physical blow, reminding him of its ruthless nature.
He shifted the SUV back into drive, easing the heavy vehicle back onto the slick highway toward the West Virginia safehouse.
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The headlights cut through the swirling fog, illuminating the lonely stretch of dark American asphalt ahead of them.
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