Part 1: The Moment My Daughter Asked Me to Hide

in her voice. No hint of imagination or drama. Just fear. Real fear.

I tried to smile, to calm her, even as my heart began to race.

“Emily,” I murmured weakly, “what are you talking about?”

She shook her head, tears already forming. “There’s no time. Please. They’re coming.”

“They?” I echoed.

Her fingers wrapped tightly around my hand, cold and stiff. Her continue reading …