My pregnant daughter ran into my office, her face covered in fresh b:ruises. Her husband, a beloved local politician, casually strolled in behind her, shutting the door.

the office door.

The guards shifted slightly.

Not blocking him.

Just reminding him that every exit now belonged to consequences.

His phone started buzzing violently.

Then mine.

Then Elena’s.

The city was waking up furious.

Grant checked his phone and cursed under his breath. “My deputy.”

“Resigning?” I asked.

His eyes lifted toward me.

There was the second realization.continue reading …