The next few days were in chaos. My father was tense and on edge, his temper flaring at the smallest provocation. The atmosphere in the house was charged with a palpable sense of danger and urgency. I found myself practically on house arrest, my freedom curtailed by the sudden increase in security. Scary-looking men with guns patrolled every corner of the estate, their stern faces a constant reminder of the peril that loomed over us.
Zeke was at the house more often than usual, which should have been a comfort, but it wasn’t. He was always cooped up in the office with my father, discussing the details of the raid. The whispers of their plans and the gravity in their voices only added to my growing anxiety. My father still didn’t know that I was aware of everything going on. He was under t
