Ben was my friend, but for months, I had felt like I was under a microscope with him. I worried that if I appeared disloyal, Ben would tell Mark. So when Ben relayed that Mark was sending prayers and was confident in my loyalty to himself and the president—and that we were a family—I worried that my fear of having a target on my back was coming to fruition. I did not think Ben was sending veiled threats, nor did I believe what he said amounted to witness tampering. I felt like I was being watched—closely.
