The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

I pressed my hand against my stomach, feeling the baby shift, anchoring me to the present moment. David. He had known. He had packed those documents into a discreet, padded mailer in the dead of night, knowing the civilian contractors were watching his emails, knowing his command chain was compromised. He had sent them to me because I was the only continue reading …