YOUR SISTER TOLD YOU TO HIDE IN THE ATTIC AND NOT TELL YOUR HUSBAND—THEN YOU FOUND THE PASSPORTS UNDER THE FLOORBOARDS

Wood groans.

You pull the panel back into place behind you.

Darkness swallows everything.

The crawlspace is barely wide enough to move. You drag yourself forward on your elbows, biting your lip to stay silent. Fiberglass tears at your arms. A nail catches your sleeve and rips it open.

Behind you, the attic door bursts open.

Caleb’s footsteps enter.

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