Chapter 2

The world outside the federal building felt too loud, too bright, after the forced calm inside. Conrad' s figure, shrinking in the rearview mirror, finally vanished as we turned a corner. It was a visual exhale I hadn' t known I was holding.

Corey glanced at me, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. He' d seen it all.

"So, 'husband,' huh?" He said, a wry smile touching his lips. He was always good at breaking the tension.

I leaned my head back against the seat. "It just slipped out."

"Slipped out?" He chuckled, a genuine, warm sound. "It was like watching a perfectly executed dive. Ten points."

He looked at me again, his smile fading slightly. "He looked like he'd seen a ghost, El."

"He has." My voice was flat.

"He was watching us the whole time, you know." Corey slowed for a red light. "Like he couldn' t tear his eyes away. Who was that guy?"

I closed my eyes for a moment. The name still tasted like ash.

"Conrad Keller."

Corey slammed on the brakes a little too hard, making the car lurch. He let out a low whistle. "Conrad Keller? The Conrad Keller? FBI's golden boy? The one they call the 'silent assassin' for cracking those impossible white-collar cases?"

I nodded, my eyes still closed. "The one and only."

"Wait, so that's the guy who... oh my god, El. He worked on the Larson case, didn't he? He was the lead agent, the one who brought down... wait. Larson. Your last name. No way." Corey' s voice was a mixture of disbelief and dawning horror.

"Slow down, Corey," I said, my eyes still closed. "You're going to get us pulled over."

He ignored me, his voice picking up speed. "The Larson case! That was huge. National news for months. The financial mogul, the Ponzi scheme... what was his name again? Mr. Lar...son? That was your dad, wasn't it?"

I opened my eyes and looked straight ahead. The traffic was bumper to bumper.

"Yes," I said. "He was my father."

Corey' s jaw dropped. The car behind us honked. He barely noticed.

"And Keller... he was the one who actually arrested him. Right? Like, personal credit for the bust?"

I turned my head to look at him. His face was a mask of shock.

"He didn't just arrest him, Corey," I said, my voice empty. "He married his daughter first."

Corey was silent for a long moment. He finally pulled away from the light, but his gaze kept flicking to me. He was trying to process it. All of it.

"He married... you?" he finally managed, his voice barely a whisper.

"Yes," I confirmed, the word like a tombstone. "He married me."

"And then he arrested your father?" The horror was back in his voice.

"On our wedding day," I clarified.

The car filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the hum of the engine and the distant city noise. Corey gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white again. He didn't know what to say. There was nothing to say.

He looked at me, then quickly away. The sheer weight of that information seemed to press down on him. I could see the questions forming in his mind, but he didn't dare ask. Not yet.