Mrs. Undercover Apr 2026

Brenda raised an eyebrow. “Glitter glue?”

Ellie felt the old cold settle into her bones. The Serpent. She’d spent three years hunting him before she’d “died.” He was a ghost, a myth, a monster who’d murdered her previous partner. Mrs. Undercover

Ellie’s eyes flicked to Brenda’s hands. The nails were perfectly manicured, but the cuticles were raw—a sign of recent chemical exposure. Her floral dress was designer, but the shoes were combat-grade boots, resoled for silence. And the casserole dish was giving off a faint, rhythmic click . Brenda raised an eyebrow

At 6:00 AM, she was Agent Phoenix, former handler of deep-cover assets, fluent in seven languages, and possessor of a black belt in Krav Maga. By 6:15 AM, she was just “Mom,” wiping oatmeal off the counter while her two children, Leo (7) and Mia (4), engaged in a screaming match over a purple crayon. She’d spent three years hunting him before she’d “died

“Rough day?” he asked.

“Good.” Ellie watched Leo and Mia climb onto the school bus, safe and oblivious. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a casserole to return.”