“Don’t look for the bracelet, Chloe, just take nothing and get downstairs now,” my father said after its tracker suddenly went dark, but my husband smiled from the hallway like he hadn’t just made the one mistake that would expose everything. That day, when I couldn’t find it, my dad called immediately: “Take nothing. Come downstairs immediately. Your brother is waiting in the car…” The steam in the bathroom hadn’t fully cleared yet. A layer of condensation still clouded the mirror. I stepped out, wrapped in a towel, and instinctively…
“Leave everything behind, Chloe. Do not look for the bracelet. Get out of that apartment right now.”
