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….

do you mean they took him?”

The stranger cursed. Caleb’s eyes lifted—toward the attic.

“Elise?” His voice softened, coaxing. “Baby, where are you?”

The attic steps creaked.

Then sirens split the night. Red and blue lights flashed through the vent.

“FBI! Open the door!”

The stranger bolted. Caleb froze at the bottom of the stairs, staring into the dark.

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