He started the engine. Lauren ran onto the porch. “Ethan!” He reversed down the driveway without looking at her and disappeared around the corner. Lauren stood beneath the porch light in the same clothes she’d worn when she laughed behind him during my call.

Only an hour had passed. Everything had changed.

Claire joined her outside. “He’ll try to reach Natalie.”

“How do you know?”

“Because she has access to at least one account that isn’t frozen.”

“Where?”