Assassinate the target, eliminate the threat. That’s all your captain asked of you. Except the target was your husband.

You and Simon had never talked much about your careers. It never went past asking about each other’s day. For six years that had sufficed. Now you were realizing he wasn’t actually a contractor.

You sat at the dinner table, your gun strapped to your thigh with him across from you. You were starting to realize you couldn’t do it…

He was realizing the same.