I saw it when she carried the tablet upstairs during another attempt to reach me. She opened the closet and froze. On the floor was a large suitcase — clothes, jewelry, cash, her passport.

She’d packed it herself. Beside it was a smaller black bag she didn’t recognize. Claire opened it carefully: two prepaid phones, several memory cards, a stack of foreign currency, and an ID card bearing Ethan’s photograph under another name.

Lauren sat on the bed. “He put this here.”

Claire examined the card. “He planned to retrieve it before his flight.”

“Why hide it in my closet?”

“If the house was searched before he collected it, the bag would look like yours.”