Part Two of the Story… 
The cold midnight breeze slipped through the slightly cracked window of our bedroom, carrying the distant sound of traffic from the outer bypass. My name is Clara Vance, and only moments earlier, I had listened to my husband orchestrate the theft of my life savings while pretending to be fast asleep in the dark. Standing quietly beside the bed in my fleece pajamas, I watched the pale glow of the smartphone screen illuminate his terrified expression as panic set in across his face.
