Rebecca was backing up, her hand still holding the vibrating phone.

Jonathan was following her, his shoulders tense, his hands balled into fists.

He grabbed her wrist, stopping her from walking away.

I leaned back against the damp vinyl seat and closed my eyes, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“Mommy?” Chloe whispered, her small fingers sticky with candy.

“We’re okay, sweetie,” I said, pulling both of them close to my chest. “We’re going home.”

The city lights blurred through the rain-streaked glass as we drove toward Brooklyn.

But I knew the peace wouldn’t last.

Jonathan knew the truth now, or at least enough of it to tear his empire apart.

And when the Vance family started to burn, the sparks would inevitably find us.

My phone buzzed in my purse.

I pulled it out, expecting a text from Benjamin or another threat from Harrison’s lawyers.

Instead, it was an unknown number.

I swiped the screen to unlock it.

A single image appeared on the screen, taken from across the street only minutes ago.

It was a picture of me, Liam, and Chloe getting into the cab.