“To where?” I asked.

“Bora Bora,” she said. “He told me he couldn’t handle the pressure anymore.”

I felt a cold wave of anger wash over me.

“He left you and the kids to face these people alone?” I asked.

“He said he needed to clear his head,” she sobbed. “He told me to go to you.”

The kids on the couch flinched at the sound of her voice.

I looked at their small, tired faces.

They had been dragged into a nightmare they had no part in creating.

“He booked a luxury resort while his family is being hunted by creditors,” I said, my voice flat.

“I didn’t know what else to do,” Hannah said, reaching out to touch my arm. “Mother said you would have space for us.”

“Linda knew about this?” I asked, stepping back to avoid her touch.

“She helped me pack the car,” Hannah admitted. “She told me you wouldn’t turn your own family away.”

I walked over to the window and looked down at the street below.

Two blocks away, near the entrance of the park, a dark sedan was idling.