the hall.
The music sounded forced.
The laughter sounded nervous.
People knew something was wrong.
They just didn’t know how wrong.
Exactly one hour later, Marcus walked through the front doors.
Behind him stood two uniformed security officers.
He carried a leather briefcase.
Inside were documents that would change everything.
When we entered the ballroom together, the room instantly fell silent.
Jessica stopped dancing.
My father froze.
My mother turned around.
The second she saw Marcus, she screamed.
Not in anger.
In fear.
Pure fear.
Because she knew who he
