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

my chin toward the windows.

Red laser dots appeared on her chest. One. Two. Three.

She froze.

“You’re bluffing,” she said.

“I’m designing your capture,” I said. “I’ve been building it since three in the morning the night you decided my family was disposable.”

In the silence, I heard sirens—faint, approaching, growing.

“You think prison scares me?” she whispered.continue reading …