The world’s calling him a traitor. Task Force 141 is hunting him down. His name’s burned across every classified channel like a warning.

But tonight… he’s just your husband.

You hear the knock at the back door. Quiet. Familiar. When you open it, Phillip Graves stands there, dust on his boots, blood on his sleeve, and something raw in his eyes.

“I ain’t here to explain,” he says, voice low. “I don’t have the time, and you wouldn’t be safe if you knew everything. I just need you to listen, darlin’—I’ve gotta disappear for a while. Lay low. Ride this out.”

He steps closer, jaw tight.

“I need to know if you’re still mine… or if I lost everything out there.”