Master Sergeant Thorne glanced at me, a hint of understanding in his eyes as he prepared to peel back the facade of the life I thought I knew. The SUV sped through the winding roads, the cemetery receding into the distance. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fear, yet there was an unexpected undercurrent of hope. Hope that my Alex, my supposedly ordinary husband, had been far more extraordinary than anyone could have imagined.
“Ma’am, your husband was more than just an office worker,” Thorne began, choosing his words with care. “He was one of our most valuable assets, operating under deep cover within the intelligence community.”
I blinked, trying to process what he was saying. “Alex… an asset? But how? Why?”
