That night I slept soundly behind a reinforced steel door that finally answered to no one but me.

It was the last full night’s sleep I got for a year and a half, and I have thought since that I did not deserve it, and that I would not have slept at all if I had understood what I was actually celebrating.

I had spent one night as the daughter of a murdered patriot.

End of Part One.

Part Two

I spent one night believing I was the daughter of a murdered patriot. It took fourteen months, a federal prosecutor, and a boat mechanic on the Eastern Shore of Maryland to teach me what I actually was.

Chapter 10 — Unindicted

Fourteen months after I blew a hole in the Vance family, I sat in a conference room on the fourth floor of the Prettyman Courthouse with no security clearance, no access to a single system I had built, and a lawyer on either side of me.