My hand flew to my mouth.
Through a narrow gap in the attic floorboards, I could see part of the hallway below. Caleb stood there in sweatpants, my laptop tucked under one arm.
Beside him stood a stranger in a black raincoat.
The stranger handed Caleb a small case.
Caleb opened it, revealing three passports.
One had my husband’s photo.
One had my son’s.
The third had mine.
But none of them carried our names….
Part 2:
I crouched in the attic, dust scratching my throat and fear pressing so tightly against my chest I could barely breathe.
Below me, Caleb set the passports on the hallway table.
The man in the raincoat said, “The Bureau moved faster than expected.”
My stomach sank.
Caleb’s jaw tightened. “How close?”
“Close enough that your wife’s sister may already know.”
