The Connecticut estate had always been my refuge. Nestled on two hundred acres of pristine wilderness, the main house sat like a fortress against the chaos of the outside world. Tonight, as our convoy of black SUVs wound through the tree-lined driveway, it felt more like a prison than a sanctuary.
Eddie slept peacefully in his car seat, blissfully unaware that we were fleeing from threats I still didn't fully understand. Eleanor sat beside me, her usually perfect composure showing cracks around the edges. The silence between us had stretched for the entire two-hour drive, broken only by the occasional murmur of our security detail coordinating positions through their earpieces.
“The house has been swept and cleared,” Marcus reported as we pulled up to the front entrance. “Perimeter is se
