Marcus Chen sat across from Sarah in the empty precinct break room at 2 AM, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows that made him look older than his thirty-four years. Between them lay photocopies of classified documents that Agent Stone had reluctantly shared, each page revealing another layer of the conspiracy that had consumed their lives.
"I knew," Marcus said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not everything, but I knew my grandfather hadn't died in a car accident like my family always claimed."
Sarah studied her partner's face, looking for signs of deception and finding only the weight of inherited secrets. "How long have you known?"
"Since I was twelve. I found letters in my grandmother's attic, correspondence between her and some government officials about compens
