there was no time.
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No time to reposition.
No time to fabricate a story, call an attorney, or erase a single message.
The heavy mahogany front door didn’t simply open.
It burst inward with a thunderous, splintering crash.
“Police! Search warrant! Show me your hands!”
Six armed officers surged into the living room, their tactical lights slicing through the warm glow of the space.
Harper screamed—sharp, hysterical—just as an officer seized her arm and forced her face-first onto the leather sofa, snapping cold steel cuffs around
