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

Fredericksburg.”

You try to stand.

Your legs fail.

Mara catches you.

“I’m going.”

“No, you’re not.”

“That’s my son!”

“I know,” she says, voice cracking. “And I need you alive when we bring him back.”

Behind her, agents flood your yard. Caleb is dragged from the house in handcuffs, rain running down his face—or sweat, or something that isn’t quite tears. When continue reading …