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

Your thumb hovers near the power button anyway.

Then Caleb speaks again.

“If Mara warned her, we don’t have much time.”

The man steps closer. “Then bring her. We still have the boy.”

Noah.

The attic seems to tilt beneath you.

Your son is not just staying with Caleb’s parents for the weekend.

He is leverage.

You press your hand over your mouth to hold back continue reading …