The sound of the front door breaking still echoed in the house as Leah shoved Jason toward the kitchen. Masked men in dark tactical clothes were already in the living room. They moved quickly and skillfully. Leah didn’t hesitate, she fired her gun, aiming to wound, not kill. One man cried out, grabbing his shoulder. Another ducked behind the couch.

“Go!” Leah shouted.

Jason, still stunned by what Arthur had said, didn’t think he just ran. Leah backed into the kitchen, shooting again. A bullet hit a wooden cabinet, making the men dive for cover. The smell of gunpowder filled the air.

She reached the kitchen just as Jason was...