CHAPTER 37: THE COUNTERMOVE
The moment Paul said we weren’t running, something inside me both steadied and trembled at the same time. It was the kind of decision that didn’t allow space for doubt, not because doubt didn’t exist, but because there was no room to entertain it. Forty-eight hours. That was all we had been given. Forty-eight hours to either disappear… or confront something far bigger than we fully understood.
I stood there in the middle of the living room, staring at Paul as his words settled into reality. This wasn’t just a plan. This was a line being drawn. And once we stepped over it, there would be no turning back. I thought about the children upstairs, about the fragile life we had built here, about how easily it could all be torn apart again. Fear rose in my chest, sh
