Below us Harry Reid International shrank until the security vehicles looked like ants around an empty gate.

Maren buried her face in the boys’ hair and sobbed, twenty years of it. I walked back into the cabin on unsteady knees, the adrenaline draining out and leaving a cold, hard resolve in its place.

I sat across from her. The twins were staring out at the clouds, faces lit by high-altitude sun.

“We’re safe for now,” I said, reaching across to touch her trembling hand. “But this is just the beginning.”

“Your mother won’t stop, Elliot.” Her voice was barely over the hum of the engines. “She’ll follow us to the ends of the earth.”

I looked out at the mountains, knowing exactly where we were going — my most remote lodge, hidden deep in the Utah canyonlands.