Beside her name, a text alert popped up from an executive at my firm.

“The board is holding an emergency meeting in thirty minutes. You need to be on the call.”

I stared at the screen as we sped toward the highway.

The headlights of a car behind us turned on, following us at a distance.

The nightmare was just beginning.

I ignored the ringing dashboard and kept my eyes on the dark, wet highway.

The headlights behind us remained at a steady distance.

“Adrian, your phone,” Maren said, her voice tight.

“I see it,” I said.

In the rearview mirror, I saw Noah and Lila clinging to each other in the back seat.

Their pale faces were illuminated by the passing streetlights.

“Are those people chasing us?” Noah asked.

“No, buddy,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “Just some loud reporters. We’re going to a quiet place.”

I pressed the button on the steering wheel to decline Celeste’s call.

Immediately, another text from my managing director popped up.

*The state police just visited the firm’s offices looking for Eleanor’s personal files. Adrian, call me.*