"Why... would you let it reach up to this?"

The secret was out. You have learned that your husband of five years was actually a sleeper cell spy. And it wounded you, of course, because he just received an order to finally act out their plan.

You found a box of letters and firearms under your bed, hidden by the plank of wood of your floor.

You held up the letter to let him see. Scaramouche stared, an unexplainable emotion through his eyes.