Chapter 4: The House of Glass
Elena looked at her fiancé, then at the woman in the gray uniform. The illusion of the perfect groom—the man who had swept her off her feet—disintegrated in seconds. She saw the fear in his eyes, the absolute, craven terror of a man who had finally met his shadow.
"Is it true?" Elena asked, her voice trembling.
Julian didn't deny it. He couldn't. The dog tag was the proof, the physical manifestation of a debt that had finally come due. He fell to his knees, not in prayer, but in defeat. "I had to," he sobbed. "They would have ruined me!"
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"They didn't ruin you, Julian," the woman replied. "Your own ego did."
She turned to the doors. The ballroom was surrounded. Not by guests, but by federal agents who had been waiting for the signal—the moment the dog tag was exposed, the moment the confession was uttered on the public record.
