Dad was holding his chin with his fingers, his forehead furrowed like he was working through something heavy. “It was calculated, Angie.”

“What do you mean, Dad? I don't understand.” I shook my head and tilted it slightly, suddenly feeling incapable of fitting all these pieces into the puzzle.

“These attacks by the mysterious, ninja-like group have been happening since you returned to Black Widow,” Dad explained, his voice grave. “That means... this faction has been planning this for a long time. Your divorce from Nathaniel was likely the catalyst that made 'someone' involved decide to stir up conflict. They hired Rebecca, perhaps, to—“

“But, Father, something doesn't add up...