My husband cooked dinner, and right after my son and I ate, we collapsed Pretending to be unconscious, I heard him on the phone saying, “It’s done… soon they will both be gone.” – NEXT PART

“Floor,” I whispered.

He understood immediately.

Noah dropped beside his chair. I lowered myself onto the tile and helped arrange his arm close to the position it had been in before.

Then I flattened my palm beside my face and shut my eyes.

A car door closed outside.

Keys scraped against the lock.

Noah stopped moving.

So did I.

The back door opened.

Daniel stepped into the kitchen.

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Type PLATE and I’ll continue.