I watched from the shadows, my heart pounding in my chest, as Caleb and the stranger continued their conversation. I strained to hear every word, desperately trying to understand what was happening.
“She hasn’t suspected anything,” Caleb said, his voice steady and calm. “This was just a precaution.”
The stranger nodded. “Good. We can’t afford any mistakes. The meeting is still on for tomorrow?”
Caleb nodded. “I’ll handle it.”
They turned and walked out of view, leaving me alone in the dark attic, my mind racing with questions. Who was this stranger? Why did they have passports with different names? Was my husband involved in something dangerous?
I sat back on my heels, trying to process everything. Mara’s warning had saved me from walking into whatever trap Caleb and this man had set. But now I was hiding in the attic, unsure of who to trust or what my next move should be. I needed answers, but I had no idea how to get them without putting myself in danger.
I tried to call Mara back, but my phone showed no signal. Of course, in the attic, surrounded by insulation and wooden beams, I was cut off from the outside world. I hoped Mara would call back soon, to explain what was happening and what I should do next.
After what felt like hours, I heard Caleb come back into the house, his footsteps echoing through the quiet. I held my breath, listening intently for any sign that he was coming up to the attic. But instead, I heard him moving around downstairs, probably preparing for whatever meeting he had mentioned.
With my phone useless, I searched the attic for anything that might help me understand the situation. I found dusty boxes filled with old photos and holiday decorations, but nothing that answered the questions swirling in my mind. Just when I was about to give up hope, I remembered an old blanket chest in the corner.
I dragged it across the floor, cringing at the noise, and opened the lid. Inside, I found what I was looking for: a small, dusty laptop. It was an old model, one that Caleb and I had stopped using years ago. I quickly booted it up, praying it still worked.
To my relief, it powered on, and I was able to connect to our Wi-Fi. My hands shook as I typed a message to Mara, hoping she would see it and respond quickly.
“Mara, I’m in the attic. Caleb is involved in something. I need your help. Please tell me what to do.”
I hit send and waited, staring at the screen, willing a reply to come through. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, the silence pressing in around me.
Finally, a new message appeared: “Stay hidden. I’ll come to you. Trust no one.”
It was a relief to know Mara was on her way, but her warning left me cold. Trust no one—did that include Caleb? My husband, the father of my child? The man I’d shared my life with for years?
The realization that I might not know him at all was terrifying. But I had no choice now but to wait and hope Mara would arrive before anything else happened.
As the rain continued to patter against the roof, I curled into a corner, hugging the laptop to my chest, and prepared myself for whatever was coming next.
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