“That doesn’t make sense,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction.
“It will,” he replied. “When you see what’s hidden in the garage.”
That was enough.
I grabbed my keys, wrapped an arm around him, and hurried him through the mudroom. We stumbled into the garage, adrenaline pushing us faster than logic. I helped him into the passenger seat and slammed the door.
My hands were shaking as I started the engine.
Then—
The back door of the house burst open.
“ETHAN!”
Claire’s voice cut through the air like glass.
She wasn’t supposed to be back.
She had left less than five minutes ago.
