I went to pick up my daughter’s designer bag—and the repairman grabbed my wrist, whispering, “Get the kids out of town tonight,” before he showed me what was sewn inside.

I made pancakes while Ryan stood at the stove, gripping the spatula too tightly.

Is this like a vacation? Grace asked, watching us closely.

Exactly like a vacation, Ryan said, his voice too bright.

Grace studied him.

Daddy, your eyes are red.

Just tired from my flight, sweetie.

Then when we get back, will mommy be there?

Ryan and I exchanged glances.

We’ll figure that out later, Grace, I said gently.

The taxi arrived at 6:15. Liam noticed the suitcases.

That’s a lot of bags for a vacation.

We might stay for a while, Ryan said. A whole week adventure.

A week, Grace’s voice rose. But I have school and art class Thursday.

The first crack in the facade.

Ryan knelt to her eye level.

Grace, sometimes grown-ups need to make fast decisions to keep you safe. This is one of those times. Do you trust me?

Grace nodded slowly.