The playground sat in complete darkness.
The front gate was chained shut.
Edith grabbed the iron bars without hesitation. Spencer followed her. They climbed fast, shoes scraping against stone, then dropped into the playground with a hard thud.
Both froze the second their feet touched the ground.
No guards. No movement.
Only the slow creak of a swing moving in the wind.
“Move,” Edith whispered.
They hurried toward the old tunnel slide near the back corner.
The opening was ridiculously small for adults, but they forced themselves inside anyway, shoulders pressed against the plastic walls.
Edith turned toward Spencer, her eyes sharp in the darkness.
“I called you here because I want the truth.” Her voice was low but dangerous. “What is happening right now? What is my father hiding
