~Katia~
Sam texted at 11:47 PM: I'm outside. Go.
That was our system. She parked two blocks from the building, engine running, and sent one word when the coast was clear. I was already dressed. The carbon fiber suit lived in the false floor of my wardrobe behind the winter coats, a cavity I had engineered myself, measured to the centimeter, and lined with sound-dampening material so the zip didn't carry. Aiden had never found it. He found everything eventually, but he hadn't found this. I intended to keep it that way.
I checked on him first. Always. Every single time, without exception, I stood in the frame of his door for thirty seconds before I left. He was on his back tonight, one arm flung wide, duvet halfway off, the nightlight casting everything in soft amber. His breathing was de
