A wave of apprehension washed over me as I stood outside the grand doors of the president's office. My heart pounded in my chest, its rhythm mirroring the chaotic thoughts swirling in my mind. I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of inner turmoil, torn between my love for Zea and the weight of my duty to the nation.Every step I took towards that meeting room felt like a step further into the unknown. The image of Zea's face, filled with warmth and tenderness, flashed before my eyes, reminding me of the love we shared. But at this moment, I knew I had to put that love aside. I had to set it on the shelf, like a cherished possession, as I confronted the grim reality that awaited me inside those walls.The truth that Lynn has uncovered has shattered the illusion of the woman I thought I knew. Love must take a backseat now, for the stakes are too high. Lives hang in the balance, and I must do what is right, regardless of personal sacrifice.The president's request for this meeting echoe

Sitting at the kitchen table, I absentmindedly traced the grain of the wood with my fingertips, my gaze fixed on Aron. He was deep in conversation with our child, guiding him through math problems. His smile seemed strained, his eyes distant – a telltale sign that something was awry. A gnawing unease settled in my chest, refusing to be ignored."Is everything okay, Aron?" The question slipped out, tinged with concern that I couldn't quite conceal. His gaze met mine, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he masked it with a reassuring smile."Yeah, just a long day at work. Nothing to worry about," he replied, his tone steady but his eyes betraying a hint of hesitation.I nodded, trying to quell the unease that had taken root within me. It could be exhaustion, stress, or any number of reasons. But a voice inside me insisted that I delve deeper.I excused myself from the table, feigning the need to check on the simmering pot on the stove. As I stood before the furnace, my heart