Sometimes silence hurts more than bullets. Especially when it’s between two people who were just about to say “I do.”

Their wedding didn’t just get interrupted. It got stolen. And now, every quiet moment felt like a reminder of what they didn’t get to say.

Leaving their oceanfront home wasn’t just moving houses. It felt like being pushed out of a dream they had finally started to live. That house wasn’t just walls and furniture, it was their peace, their escape. And now? It was just another crime scene.

Jason and Leah were being shuffled from one black site to the next, some in the middle of noisy cities, others...