The Cold Garage
“Marla.
You told us you did paperwork.”
Chapter 11 — National Security Liability
“I told you what you needed to hear,” I said, and I stepped out of the cold garage and into the thin morning light, and I did not raise my voice, because I did not need to anymore.
“I told you paperwork so that my family would not become a national security liability.
For twelve years Niko and I let you believe we were ordinary.