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

looks smaller.

Not physically.

Less real.

Like the version of him you married has been stripped away, leaving something hollow wearing his face.

You enter with Mara and two other agents.

Caleb stands.

“Elise.”

You don’t sit.

“Where is Noah?”

He glances at the agents.

“I want a deal.”

Mara lets out a short laugh.

Wrong answer.

You move before anyone can stop you.continue reading …