I held Ethan tight, breathing in his sweet baby scent.

Suddenly, the screen of my phone lit up on the bedside table.

It wasn’t an email this time.

It was a text from an unknown number.

I picked it up with my free hand and swiped the screen.

There was an image attachment.

I tapped the image to load it.

It was a photograph of the street outside Thomas’s gated community.

The photo had been taken from inside a parked car, looking directly at Thomas’s front gate.

Below the image, a single line of text appeared on the screen.

*You think you’re safe.*

My thumb hovered over the screen, cold sweat breaking out on my palms.

I turned the screen toward Thomas, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“Thomas, look at this,” I whispered.

He walked over from the window, his brow furrowed as he took the phone from my hand.

His face hardened instantly, the color draining from his cheeks.

“That’s my driveway,” Thomas said, his voice dropping to a low growl.

Helen closed her laptop with a sharp click and stood up.