Chapter 112
The safe house was in suburban Virginia. Normal-looking. Quiet street. Nothing that would draw attention.
"This is temporary," the FBI agent said as he showed them in. "Until trials are complete. Then you're free to go wherever you want."
The house was furnished. Clean. Secure. Cameras on every entrance. Panic buttons in every room. FBI agents stationed nearby.
"It's like a prison," Adrian said quietly. Looking around. "A nice prison. But still..."
"It's safe. That's what matters." She was already setting up David's portable crib. Getting Sophie settled. "We've lived in worse."
They had. Hotels. Motels. The beach house in New Zealand that felt like a lifetime ago.
This was better. More space. More stability. A place to heal while they waited for trials to begin.
Her fat
