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

You cross the room and slap him so hard your hand burns.

Agents step forward—Mara stops them with a single gesture.

Caleb turns back slowly, cheek red.

You step in close.

“You don’t get to negotiate my son.”

His expression shifts.

For the first time, he looks ashamed.

Real shame.

“The back entrance is wired,” he says quietly. “Front too. Not to level the continue reading …