The federal review of Robert Hensley's finances took eleven days — eleven days during which Wren felt the particular, familiar tension of waiting for danger to either materialize or dissipate, unable to fully relax into the ordinary rhythms of her new married life while an unconfirmed threat hovered at its edges.
Cruz had insisted on additional security measures without discussion — Tommy or another prospect stationed discreetly near their property during daylight hours, a check-in system that had Wren texting her location whenever she left the house alone, precautions that chafed slightly against the independence she'd fought hard to reclaim over the past year, but which she accepted without serious argument, understanding the fear underlying them.
"I hate this," she admitted to Cruz on
