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….

”

Noah.

The stranger said, “Your parents are already moving him.”

I bit my knuckle to keep from crying out.

Caleb nodded. “Good. Once we cross into Canada, everything resets.”

My phone vibrated. Mara’s message:

FBI and local police are two minutes out. Stay hidden. Noah is safe. We intercepted him.

Safe.

Downstairs, Caleb’s phone rang. His face drained. “What continue reading …