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My mind raced. If Derek was upstairs, then the suitcase, the kiss goodbye — all of it had been staged. But why? Why lock us in?
Unless…
Unless someone else was coming.
And he didn’t want us leaving before it happened.
The back door.
We moved silently through the kitchen. I tried the back handle.
Locked.
Another beep from the alarm panel.
He was watching.
The security cameras.
My stomach turned. He could see us trying to leave.
“Garage,” I whispered.
We hurried toward the interior garage door. My hands shook so badly I almost dropped the keys.
I hit the button to open the garage door.
Nothing.
Disabled remotely.
A loud bang came from upstairs.
A door slamming open.
Lily whimpered.
Then his voice.
“Emily?” Derek called. Calm. Almost amused. “Why are you trying to leave?”
My blood went cold.
He hadn’t even tried to pretend.
Footsteps descended slowly down the staircase.
I pulled Lily behind me, my eyes scanning the kitchen wildly.
Knife block.
Phone.
My fingers fumbled, dialing.
The line rang once.
Then cut.
No signal.
Of course. The Wi-Fi router. The smart system. Everything connected.
He appeared in the hallway.
No suitcase. No coat. No rush.
Just Derek.
Smiling.
“You weren’t supposed to panic,” he said softly. “That ruins everything.”
“Everything?” My voice shook despite my effort.
He tilted his head.
“The gas leak. The faulty wiring. The tragic accident while I was out of town. Insurance is very generous in situations like that.”
My lungs felt too small.
“You were going to kill us.”
His smile faded slightly.
“It wasn’t personal.”
Lily squeezed my hand.
That’s when I noticed it.
The faint smell.
Not lemon cleaner.
Gas.
He’d turned it on.
“Daddy,” Lily whispered.
For the first time, something flickered across his face.
Guilt?
No.
Annoyance.
“You were asleep,” he muttered. “You weren’t supposed to hear that call.”
Sirens.
Faint at first.
Then louder.
Derek’s head snapped toward the window.
My heart leapt.
Lily.
She wasn’t just scared.
She was smart.
While I’d been grabbing things, she’d grabbed her tablet — the one not connected to the house Wi-Fi. The one with cellular data.
She held it up now with trembling hands.
“I texted Grandma,” she said.
Derek lunged forward.
But the sirens were close now.
Very close.
Police cars screeched to a halt outside. Someone pounded on the front door.
“Police! Open up!”
For the first time, Derek looked afraid.
He backed away slowly, calculating.
Too late.