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Dinner is painfully quiet. Scarlet sits across from you in that elegant red dress, softly cutting into her food while pretending nothing is wrong. But her CIA training is slipping — you notice the way her eyes track every movement of your hands. You notice she placed her purse closer than usual too. Easy access to the pistol hidden inside. Meanwhile your own gun presses against your back under your jacket. “Long day?” she asks sweetly, taking a sip of wine. You almost laugh at how normal she sounds. “Something like that.” Her fingers tighten slightly around the glass. “Mine too.” Then silence again. Heavy. Suffocating. For the first time in your marriage, both of you are wondering the same terrifying thing: If the truth comes out tonight… who pulls the trigger first?