Daniel glanced toward the oven. “She’s spending today with friends.”

“Will she be joining you after I leave?”

He didn’t answer.

Eleanor sighed. “Please don’t make a scene.”

That was when I untied my apron. I walked away, because staying would have meant helping them stage my own disappearance.

Chapter 6 — The Drive Without a Destination

The cold air caught in my lungs. I sat in my car at the end of the driveway and looked back at the house. Through the dining-room windows, I watched Eleanor moving between the kitchen and the table while Daniel stood near the front door, staring toward my car.