Chapter 5

Out of the apartment, Aaron drove like a madman headed to the stadium.

He called my phone. It went straight to voicemail.

He tried again. Voicemail.

He figured I was just giving him the silent treatment because he was late.

He sent a text: "Vivian. Cody is fine. I'm on my way to the stadium now."

No "Read" receipt.

He tried Owen's iPad via FaceTime. Offline.

Aaron's pulse began to pound in his ears. A cold dread wrapped around his throat.

He thought back to the duffel bags piled by the stairs that morning. The ones he'd joked were a…