Chapter 34 The Unlikely Alliance

• In a neighborhood untouched by war, in a house too ordinary for the ghosts of the past, Ivan Callahan stood at the threshold of a life he did not believe in.
• The door in front of him was unremarkable—painted in a neutral shade, its brass handle polished, reflecting the streetlights. The fence, the manicured lawn, the warmth leaking from the windows—it was the kind of home built for dreams, not nightmares.
• Yet, he was here. And wherever he stood, peace shattered.