Act 1, Part 1 The lot at the Flying J outside Amarillo was half-empty at 11:40 p.m. Sodium lights threw long, sickly yellow pools across the asphalt. Jake Harlan sat in the driver’s seat of his Peterbilt with the window cracked, engine idling low, watching the

Part 1: The Sharing The bustling city of Islamabad hummed with life as I navigated the traffic, my mind preoccupied with the plan I had set in motion. My coworker, Farooq, was a sight to behold—tall, muscular, and exuding an air of confidence that made women turn their heads.

Part 1: Honeymoon Asma and Wasim's wedding in Lahore had been a whirlwind of silk saris, fragrant jasmine garlands, and the rhythmic beat of dhol drums echoing through the night. Their families, bound by years of shared neighborhood gossip and Eid celebrations, beamed with pride. Wasim, the quiet