The arrest happened quietly. No flashing lights, no shouting, just a single knock, a door opening, a brief exchange. Then the door closed, a vehicle rolled away, and by morning, nothing looked different—except everything had changed.
Becca, who had spent hours planning vigils and scrolling through messages about Renee, was now a federal defendant. Earlier that day, Renee had left …
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