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Aspen
Iwake up before sunrise.
Not because I’m rested.
Because my mind won’t stop.
The man’s words from last night echo in my head.
You don’t even know who your husband really was.
I slide out of bed quietly.
The house is still.
I walk into the kitchen—
And stop.
Havoc is sitting at the table.
Laptop open.
Eyes dark.
Focused.
Like he hasn’t slept at all.
“Did you find something?” I ask softly.
He looks up at me.
For a second…
I see something in his expression.
Something heavy.
“We opened the drive,” he says.
My heart starts pounding.
“And?”
He hesitates.
Which tells me everything.
“Joseph was investigating something,” he says carefully.
“What kind of something?”
His voice lowers.
“Trafficking.”
