Chapter 92 The Trap Tightens

The days following the discovery of Marcus’s hideout were marked by an uneasy tension that hung over our home like a dark cloud. Every time the phone rang, my heart would leap into my throat, expecting the worst. Kai and I kept up a brave front for the sake of the children, but I could see the strain in his eyes, the way he clenched his jaw whenever Marcus’s name was mentioned. We were living in a constant state of fear, and it was taking its toll. The FBI had increased their efforts, following up on every lead, no matter how small. Agent Carter kept us updated, but the news was always the same: Marcus was still out there, and they were no closer to finding him or Claudia’s daughter. The frustration was mounting, and with each passing day, the fear that we might never catch him grew stronger. One evening, as we were sitting down to dinner, the doorbell rang. Kai and I exchanged a wary glance before he got up to answer it. I could hear the murmur of voices in the hallway, and a moment