My sister called me at midnight and whispered, “Turn off every light. Go to the attic. Don’t tell your husband.” I thought she was unraveling — until I peered through the floorboards….

I saw Caleb holding my laptop. Beside him, a stranger in a black raincoat handed over a case.

Inside were three passports.

One for Caleb. One for Noah. One for me.

None with our names.

Part 2

Dust scratched my throat as I crouched in the attic.

Below, Caleb set the passports on the table.

“The Bureau moved faster than expected,” the stranger said.

My stomach continue reading …