I stood there for a long time, watching the empty street.

The quiet of the night was broken by the sharp, metallic sound of my phone buzzing on the workbench.

I walked over and picked it up.

It wasn’t a text from Jonathan.

The screen showed an unknown number, and a single image attachment began to download.

The progress bar slid to the right.

My thumb hovered over the glass screen, trembling.

The image resolved into sharp, terrifying focus.

It was a photograph of Liam and Chloe.

They were standing on the sidewalk outside their kindergarten, holding their small blue backpacks.

The photo had been taken from the interior of a vehicle across the street, framing them through a partially rolled-down window.

Beneath the image, a line of text appeared from the unknown sender.

*They have their father’s eyes.*

My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird.

I ran to the front door and checked the deadbolt, throwing my weight against the solid wood to make sure it was secure.

I hurried down the short hallway to the twins’ bedroom.