Could my mother’s secrets be locked inside that bank?

My heart pounded against my ribs.

The twins were quiet now, lulled by the motion of the car.

I glanced at them in the rearview mirror.

They looked so small, completely unaware of the war raging around them.

I had to get to the lake cottage to hide them.

But first, I needed answers about my mother.

I needed to know why she had risked her life for the Romano family.

And I needed to know who the firstborn child was that she had hidden.

I checked my mirrors.

The headlights of a dark SUV appeared several blocks behind me.

It was moving fast, lane-weaving through the sparse night traffic.

My hands tightened on the steering wheel.

I took a sharp right turn onto a dark side street, trying to lose them in the residential grid.

The wipers scraped across the windshield, barely keeping up with the downpour.

My phone, sitting in the cup holder, suddenly lit up.

It was an unknown number.

The screen flashed, the blue light illuminating the dark cabin of the car.