My daughter arrived unannounced and demanded I serve her husband at dawn—so I prepared breakfast at 4 a.m., but what I placed on the table changed everything.

was trapped.

And now I was becoming a target too.

Then she showed me something even more disturbing.

A small black notebook.

Inside were names, addresses, financial information, and detailed notes.

One page carried the title:

Potential Targets

My blood ran cold.

The first name belonged to his ex-wife.

The second was mine.

At that exact moment, a voice came from continue reading …