Agent Reeves didn’t answer. She just looked at me with a pity that felt like a physical blow. She led me to the back of the cabin where a silver laptop sat open on a crate. “Your father never made it to Seattle, Zoe,” she said softly. “We’ve been tracking his phone’s GPS for the last six hours. He sent those texts to you while he was being transported.” Transported? By who?
She pulled up a digital map. The red dot representing my father’s phone wasn’t in Seattle. It wasn’t at the cabin. THE DOT WAS STATIONARY. IT WAS SITTING IN OUR OWN GARAGE BACK HOME. My heart stopped. I realized with a sickening jolt why the shredder had been going. Why the bleach smell had been so strong when we ran past the laundry room. Why my mother had been so calm when she stepped out onto the porch.
The text hadn’t been sent from a business trip. It was a “Dead Man’s Switch”—a pre-programmed message my father had set to send if he didn’t check in by 2:00 AM. He knew he wouldn’t make it. He knew that by the time I read those words, he would already be gone, and the woman I called “Mom” would be the only thing left between us and the truth.
I looked at Becca, who was finally eating a sandwich the Agent had given her, unaware of the world that had just ended. I looked at the GPS dot—a tiny, pulsing red heart sitting in the trunk of a car in our driveway. My father didn’t save us from a business trip. He saved us from the basement of our own home, using his very last breath to make sure we ran before she came for us next.
I realized then that I had spent seventeen years loving a monster and only three minutes truly knowing the hero who had died to set me free.
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