As I stood in Ethan’s office lobby, the reality of the situation began to settle over me like a heavy fog. The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and a pair of officers emerged, one of them gently guiding Ethan, who looked disheveled and weary. Our eyes met, and in that moment, I saw the depth of the situation—a mix of fear, determination, and an unspoken plea for trust.
Ethan’s eyes flicked to the officer holding the USB drive, and then back to me. He seemed to silently implore me to understand, to remember the years of shared trust and love that had brought us here. But my mind was a whirl of confusion and fear. What had he gotten himself into?
The officer holding Ethan nodded politely at me. “Mrs. Carter, I’m Officer Stevens. We need to speak with you regarding some activities your husband has been involved in—”
