Sitting alone in our beautiful $4.2 million Georgian townhouse in Bath, I was watching TV one night when I heard an unfamiliar sound.

I turned the volume down and listened acutely, but everything was quiet so I returned to Homeland, one of many spy shows I had become obsessed with since my fiance Mark confided in me that he worked for MI6.

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