“Somewhere nobody can find us unless I want them to.”

We drove forty minutes through sandstone gorges where the cell signal died against millions of tons of rock. The Canyon Sanctuary was built into the face of a red cliff, reachable by a single private road under twenty-four-hour security.

As the steel gates closed behind us, Maren finally let her shoulders drop, sinking into the seat like she hadn’t rested in six years.

Inside, the lodge was warm and indirectly lit, floor-to-ceiling glass looking out over the darkening canyon, a stone fireplace throwing cedar-scented heat into the room.

Sarah walked the twins to an adjoining bedroom full of blankets and wooden toys I’d originally bought to impress investor families.

Maren and I were left alone in the firelight. She crossed to the glass wall and looked out at the stars coming up over the desert.