This is a story of loss, your mind and secrets. It is my story, my name is Tracey Grey. My mother was killed when I was little, my father is in jail and my grandmother who just turned 65 has been looking after my brother Jack and I for ten years now. I just turned 18 a couple of days ago, the police department have had my brother and I under close watch since the day of my mother’s death, but a couple of days before my birthday a letter was sent. I've now been placed in the CIA training. All I was told before I was placed in training was by this letter.