Two days vanished in a blur of hyper-vigilance and quiet preparation. The sprawling backyard no longer echoed with the sharp cracks of gunfire, but the weight of the compact 9mm—now securely locked back in its biometric home—remained a comforting constant in the back of my mind. We had spent the forty-eight hours laying low, watching the media storm from the safe side of our closed blinds, waiting for the legal hammer to drop.
It finally did on Thursday morning.
My phone vibrated on the bedside table, Paige’s name flashing across the screen. When I answered, her voice didn't have its usual hurried pacing; it was low, calculated, and entirely focused. "Sarah, I need you and Liam to come into the office. We need to go over the strategy line by line. Jason's defense is moving fast, and I wa
