“Just landed. Hope you’re both asleep. Love you,” Dominic texted.

I stared at the message… and then headlights appeared.

A dark van moved slowly down the street.

Too slowly.

It stopped right in front of our house.

Toby gripped his backpack.

“That’s the one,” he whispered.

Two men stepped out. Calm. Focused. Like they knew exactly where they were.

One of them walked to our front door…

And unlocked it.

Not forced it.

Unlocked it.

My heart dropped.

They weren’t strangers.

Someone had given them access.

Then I smelled it.

Gasoline.

A faint scent carried through the night air.

Moments later—smoke.

Then flames.

Fire spread quickly inside the house, lighting up the windows.

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