My breath catches in my chest as I hear the front door open and the sound of boots stepping into the cabin.

“She’s hiding.”

“Find her. And make it quick.”

Their voices are hushed but strong – cold. As though this is just another day at work for them. Which is probably the case.

I hear a set of footsteps in the kitchen and then the sound of Fred’s bedroom door opening.

“Hey,” someone hisses. “In here.”

Their steps converge outside my door, and I know I only have a few seconds before they’re inside. And they’re going to find me. There’s no doubt about that. If my mom could...