Cole woke to the sound of voices. Unfamiliar voices. For a moment, he panicked. Then he remembered. The cabin. His siblings. Sarah. David. Rachel.
He sat up on the couch. A blanket fell to the floor. He had stayed in the main room, watching the door, while they slept in the bedroom.
Sarah was in the kitchen. Making coffee. She looked like their mother. The same eyes. The same way of moving.
“You're up,” she said.
“Couldn't sleep.”
“Neither could I.”
She handed him a cup. The coffee was strong. Bitter. Just the way he liked it.
“How did you know how I take my coffee?”
“I asked your mother. She sent me a message. Before we came.”
Cole set down the cup. “You talked to my mother?”
“She knew about us. For years. Your father told her, before he faked his death. She's been watching us f
