CHAPTER 2 — The First Night
CHAPTER 2 — The First Night
The rain followed us all the way back to the highway.
I didn't cry.
Not because I wasn't broken.
Because I had three pairs of eyes watching me through the rearview mirror.
Lily silently unwrapped half of her sandwich and handed it to Grace. Ethan hugged his faded dinosaur blanket so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"Mom," Lily whispered, "where are we going?"
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.
"I don't know yet."
Those four words tasted like failure.
By nine-thirty that night, every motel near the interstate had either doubled its rates because of a football weekend or had no vacancies left.
The emergency cash I'd hidden inside an old coffee can barely covered one more tank of gas.
I parked beneath the flickering lights of a twenty-four-hour grocery store.
The windshield wipers squeaked across the glass.
Grace had fallen asleep with her head against the window.
Ethan was pretending to sleep.
Lily wasn't.
"Grandpa really wouldn't let us stay?"
Her voice cracked on the last word.
I couldn't answer.
Because if I did...
I'd break.
Instead, I leaned across the seat and kissed her forehead.
"We're together."
She nodded, even though neither of us believed that was enough.
At eleven o'clock I called the only person I hadn't spoken to in years.
My college roommate.
Megan.
The call went straight to voicemail.
I left a message anyway.
"It's Rebecca... I'm sorry... I know it's been forever... but if you get this..."
My voice disappeared.
I hung up.
No one called back.
The temperature dropped quickly after midnight.
I wrapped every spare sweatshirt around the children.
I stayed awake.
Every passing truck made the car shake.
Every set of headlights made me wonder if Grant had somehow found us.
At 2:14 a.m., my phone rang.
Grant.
I stared at the screen.
Then answered.
"Where are the kids?"
His first question.
Not "Are you okay?"
Not "Can we talk?"
Just...
Where are the kids?
"They're with me."
"You've made your point."
"My point?"
"Rebecca, Vanessa means nothing."
I laughed.
It sounded unfamiliar.
"You slept with 'nothing' for eight months?"
Silence.
Then—
"You've always been dramatic."
There it was.
The sentence he'd used every time I questioned him.
Every birthday he forgot.
Every anniversary he missed.
Every lie.
"Come home," he said.
"I'm filing for divorce."
The silence on the other end became dangerous.
"You won't survive without me."
Click.
He hung up.
At six the next morning, my phone buzzed again.
This time it wasn't Grant.
It was my bank.
ACCOUNT ALERT
Several transactions had been declined.
I frowned.
That couldn't be right.
I opened the banking app.
My stomach dropped.
The joint checking account—
Empty.
Every dollar.
Gone.
Balance:
$12.47
I refreshed the screen.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Nothing changed.
Grant had emptied everything.
Even the children's savings account, which we'd promised never to touch.
My hands began to shake.
"Mom?"
Lily was awake.
She saw my face.
"What happened?"
I forced a smile that hurt more than the truth.
"Nothing."
She didn't believe me.
Neither did I.
At eight-thirty I drove to the bank.
The branch manager looked uncomfortable before he even spoke.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Walker."
"He transferred the funds last night."
"Without telling me?"
"The account requires only one authorized signature."
I closed my eyes.
Fourteen years of marriage.
Reduced to a legal technicality.
"What about the children's college account?"
He hesitated.
"That was closed this morning."
I couldn't breathe.
Outside the bank, my phone exploded with notifications.
Not messages.
Social media.
Friends.
Neighbors.
Church members.
Even Ethan's second-grade teacher.
Someone had tagged me.
Grant had already posted.
A carefully staged photo.
Him sitting alone in our living room.
Head in his hands.
Caption:
My wife took our children without warning. I don't know where they are. Please pray for my family. I just want my babies home.
More than three thousand likes.
Hundreds of comments.
"Stay strong, Grant."
"She's clearly unstable."
"Praying she gets help."
"No mother should kidnap her own children."
My vision blurred.
He wasn't just stealing my money.
He was stealing the story.
Then my phone rang again.
Unknown number.
I almost ignored it.
"Mrs. Walker?"
"Yes."
"This is Officer Michael Harris with the Columbus Police Department."
My blood froze.
"We've received a report that your children may have been taken against their father's wishes."
I looked through the windshield at Lily helping Grace zip her tiny pink jacket.
Ethan was drawing dinosaurs on the fogged-up window.
The officer continued gently.
"Ma'am... where exactly are your children right now?"
I realized, with horrifying clarity...
Grant hadn't just betrayed me.
He had reported me for kidnapping.
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And somewhere behind that lie...
He was already planning his next move.
