Fateful Morning! A Routine Drop-Off Turns Deadly

The arrest happened without drama. No flashing lights cutting through the dark, no raised voices spilling into the street. Neighbors would later say it was so quiet they almost missed it—a single knock, a door opening, a brief exchange too soft to hear from across the road. Then the door closed again. A vehicle rolled away. By the time the sky began to lighten, everything looked unchanged from the outside.

But nothing was the same.

By morning, Becca was no longer simply a woman living with loss. She was a federal defendant.Continue reading…

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