I press the suitcase tight, sealing it.
After I’m done, I move back, checking out what I’ve done so far.
I only packed two suitcases for both Kayden and me. Ryker says it’s safer that way. Evan won’t suspect a thing.
My eyes flick toward the table clock.
It’s already past 10 a.m.
We’ve got an afternoon flight, but I still find myself worrying about Ryker meeting up.
Unlocking my phone, I tap on the phone app, and scroll to his name.
I stare at it, thumb hovering over the screen—debating whether to dial or not.
I decide against it.
He said he’d handle everything. And Ryker has a way of making impossible things happen.
Still, the silence gnaws at me.
Kayden’s in school. Ryker said it’s best we pick him up straight from there. It makes for fewer loose ends—less attention.
But no
