Frederick grabbed a small bag that he had prepared months earlier, a bag that contained cash, fake identification documents, and crucial research files. He moved through the house quickly, gathering Elizabeth and Charles from their beds. He carried them downstairs, still half asleep, confused about what was happening.
Eleanor was waiting at the front door, with tears streaming down her face. She embraced Frederick and their children one last time, holding them tightly as though she could imprint the feeling of them into her memory forever.
"I love you," she whispered. "I love all of you. Do not forget that."
"I love you too," Frederick said. "I will contact you when I can. Please, be careful."
Detective Morrison was waiting outside in a car with two federal agents in the front seats. F
