“Mark, I am in trouble,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“I am in the parking garage of your building,” she said.
“I am hiding in my car.”
“Luke is gone, Mark.”

I turned the steering wheel and pulled out of the gravel lot.
“What do you mean, gone?” I asked.
“He took the kids’ passports and his own,” she said.
“He told me he was going to look at a boat in Key West.”
“But I found a confirmation email on his tablet.”
“He bought a one-way ticket to Tahiti.”

“And the kids?” I asked, my heart sinking.
“They are with my mother,” she said.
“But the people he owes money to are looking for me.”
“They were waiting outside my house this morning.”
“I had to leave everything behind.”

“You brought this to my home, Hannah,” I said.
“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” she cried.
“There are two men in a dark sedan parked across the street from your lobby entrance.”
“I think they followed me here.”
“They are watching the front doors.”