It had been a week since that call from Maya's attorney shuffled my world, and if not that my body had betrayed me by forcing me to stay bedridden, I would have burned out trying to do a thousand things at once. The constant rest only served one purpose— to give me enough time to think.
Every scenario that could go wrong had replayed in my head a thousand times. After all, I had gone through hell to keep Curtis and me safe, and I wasn't going to lose everything at the most crucial time—not now, not ever.
When I finally concluded that sitting and thinking would not help matters, I set my plans into motion. It had taken a while for John and me to finally agree on a game plan. But our final plot was perfection.
“Curtis, are you sure you packed your toothbrush?” I asked, trying to lean into
