Day Eight brought unwelcome news.
"Leander's being released early," Fiammetta announced over the phone. "He's made such remarkable progress that they're transitioning him to outpatient therapy. He'll be home in three days."
Liora felt the floor drop out from under her. She looked at Dashiell across the breakfast table. He'd clearly heard through his own phone, his expression darkening.
"Three days," Liora repeated numbly.
"Yes. Isn't it wonderful?" Fiammetta's voice held a sharp edge. "You and Dashiell should come home immediately. To prepare."
After they hung up, the beach house felt suddenly claustrophobic.
"We knew this was temporary," Dashiell said, but his voice was rough.
"I know."
"Three more days. Then we go back to hiding."
"I know." Liora's hand moved to her stomach. The
