Part 5: The Unbroken Foundation
Before Nora could reach for the door handle, three unmarked federal transport vans rounded the corner of our street, their sirens wailing as armed tactical officers flooded the lawn.
“Federal Agents! Stand down!” officers shouted, weapons drawn as they secured the perimeter.
Victor, who had been waiting inside the kitchen near my children, was tackled to the floor and handcuffed by federal officers before he could make a single movement. Nora dropped her tea cup, which shattered against the porch floorboards, crying hysteric tears as steel handcuffs clicked shut around her wrists.
