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

Not for Noah.

For himself.

The stranger turns toward the kitchen. “You’ve got two minutes.”

Caleb stands alone in the hallway.

For a second, he looks up.

Straight at the attic.

You press yourself flat against the floor, your heart pounding so violently you’re certain it must echo through the ceiling.

“Elise?” he calls softly.

Your name in his voice almost continue reading …