The Ghost Wife's Reckoning

was also paranoid. He left me an old, encrypted hard drive, telling

re trove: my father's unreleased opposition research, notes on political vu

trusted completely. That man was now Andrew C

ng offer for me: Senior Advisor. I had always

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d the envelope with my father's old wax seal, an eagle clutching a light

gan my soc

timed perfectly with the final weeks of Ethan's campaign. I would disappear

hilling clarity. I walked into the

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the man who was supposed to have no memory of

my face a blank mask

is usual confused persona. He was so committed to