A Stranger Handed Me a Blue Box at Church and Said, “You’ll Need This Tonight”—I Wish I’d Opened It Sooner

At a roadside motel, Andrea told me things I wasn’t prepared to hear.

About how Blair had gone undercover inside Navaro’s criminal organization. About Sheriff Brennan being on their payroll. About Amber and Rowan using my cave systems for drug storage.

About Detective Callahan falsifying the accident investigation. And then she told me something that stopped my heart completely. “Simon, there’s something you need to know about your wife.” Andrea’s hands shook as she spoke.

“Blair didn’t die in that accident. She’s been alive this entire year.”

The room tilted. “What?”

“Your wife didn’t die.

Connor Hayes was driving her car that night as security protocol. He survived the crash. Blair escaped in his vehicle and went deep undercover—new identity, Elena Rodriguez, working as an accountant inside Navaro’s operation.”

I couldn’t breathe.

“I buried her. I mourned her for a year.”

“You buried a Jane Doe from the county morgue. We staged it to protect Blair—and to protect you.

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