“If we get pulled over, we lose everything.”

The siren grew louder, the sound cutting through the rain and the roar of the engine.

Johnny looked back, his face pressed against the glass.

“It’s an ambulance,” Johnny said, letting out a breath.

“They’re trying to get through the traffic.”

Nathan steered the SUV back into the main lane, letting the emergency vehicle pass.

The red and blue lights illuminated the interior of our car, casting long, dramatic shadows over our faces.

I looked down at my hands.

They were shaking.

I had spent my whole life trying to stay invisible, trying to protect my family by keeping my head down.

But now, there was nowhere left to hide.

“We are almost there,” Nathan said, his voice calmer now, trying to soothe my fear.

“Just hold on, Emily.”

The corporate headquarters of the Vance Corporation was a massive glass tower that overlooked the harbor in Stamford.

Even in the rain, its lights shone brightly, a monument to the family’s wealth.

As we neared the exit, the traffic began to clear, and Nathan accelerated again.