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I watched a video. John looked straight into the camera. “If you’re watching this, Sarah, something has gone wrong,” he said. “I love you and Davey more than anything in the world.”
More videos followed. Some full of love. Others cryptic, hinting at danger. International contracts. Hidden bank accounts. Different passports — all with John’s photo but under different names.
Then came the latest video — dated just three weeks ago. “Sarah,” John said, “I’ll be delayed in Miami for a few days. Give Davey a hug for me.”
But he told me he was in Chicago.
I scoured the rest of the drive. Lease agreements, financial statements, business documents — all pointed to a second life. A second family. A second identity.
And I was the fool who never saw it coming.
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