Finally Choosing My Passion Over the Man I Loved

On the fifteenth day of the New Year, my husband, Alger Doyle, came rushing home, all excited, saying he wanted to take me somewhere.

I thought to myself—after all these years, he still wants to surprise me?

But the last place I expected him to take me was the police station.

Before I could even react, he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. The next thing I knew, cold metal snapped around my wrists—handcuffs.

Alger looked the officers straight in the eye and said with conviction, “She’s the one who set the fire in the mountains yesterday.” Then, he pulled out a video as proof.