The Truth Surfaces

The tall man finally stepped forward, his voice steady. “It’s not about you, Jack. It’s about her.” Jack froze. He didn’t need to ask who—his wife’s face filled his mind. “Alice?” he whispered. The man nodded. “I didn’t place the tracker. She did.” The air drained from Jack’s lungs. His world tilted sideways, everything he thought he knew unraveling in seconds. His wife wasn’t a victim in this. She was involved.
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