Why My Family Tried to Sign Away My Life Without My Consent
I lifted the lid.
Inside, resting on a bed of white foam, was a silver wrist watch.
The glass face of the watch was completely shattered.
Hannah gasped, covering her mouth with both hands.
“That belongs to Luke,” she whispered.
“Your husband,” I said.
“Yes,” she said. “He wore it when he left for his trip.”
“He didn’t go on a trip, did he, Hannah?” I asked.
She shook her head, tears spilling over her eyelashes.
“He owes people money, Mark,” she said. “A lot of money.”
“And they know where you are,” I said.
“They tracked my phone,” she said. “I didn’t think they would actually find us here.”
“They just did,” I said.
I looked toward the hallway where the children were sleeping.
Toby, Lily, Leo, and Mia were innocent in all of this.
My sister and her husband had brought a storm to my doorstep, but I would not let it touch the kids.
“We are leaving,” I said.
“Where?” Hannah asked. “We can’t go to a hotel. They will find us.”
“I have a contact,” I said. “A secure facility.”