He nodded.
“You’re right.”
But he said nothing more.
And that silence frightened me more than anything else.
When we finally landed, Robert collected our small bags and led me through the airport.
I refused to let him hold my hand.
Outside the terminal, he stopped beside a waiting car.
“Are we going to a hotel?” I asked.
“No.”
“Then where are we going?”
He opened the passenger door.
“You’ll see in a few minutes.”
I almost turned around and went back inside.
But I followed him into the car.
We drove through unfamiliar streets, past shops, parks, and quiet residential neighborhoods.
Finally, the car stopped in front of a beautiful white house with a garden and a wide front porch.
Three cars were parked outside.
I recognized two of them immediately.
David’s.
And Emily’s.
My heart began pounding.
“Robert… why are our children here?”
He didn’t answer.
