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

Noah.

Your shoulder hits the second panel.

It swings open.

You fall out into the mud beneath the back deck.

Rain slams into your face.

Cold air fills your lungs.

You scramble across the wet grass, barefoot, bleeding, phone clenched in your hand.

Behind you—

shouts.

And you run. Your backyard backs onto a narrow strip of woods that separates your subdivision continue reading …