At the Airport, My Child Warned Me About His Father. We Didn’t Go Home—and I Was Right Not To.

that mean?”

“It means a safe house. Federal oversight. New identities if necessary. It means your old life is effectively over, Mrs. Martinez.”

The room tilted. Old life over. New identities.

“Mom?” Lucas’s voice was small. “What’s happening?”

I went to him, pulled him close. “We’re going to be okay.”

Detective Rodriguez stood. “I need you to pack. We’re continue reading …