My Father’s Midnight Call Saved Us—But I Wish I’d Never Looked Out the Window

my hand. His eyes went wide.

“Remember the game,” I breathed into his hair. “This is the real version.”

He nodded once, tiny and brave, and I felt his heart hammering against mine like a small, trapped engine.

Outside, from somewhere near the fence line, I heard voices—low, clipped, professional. Then Kirsten’s voice: “Check the back. They’re here.”

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