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

at their quiet Richmond home. His mother’s polite smile. His father’s minimal words. How they never asked about your past, your family, or your museum job. How intensely they adored Noah, as if they were trying to memorize every detail of him.

Below, the man pulls out his phone.

“Team is five minutes away.”

Caleb turns sharply. “No. No team. Not in my continue reading …