My brother rested both hands around a coffee mug.

Between us sat my wedding ring and a thick legal folder.

Marcus’s tan face lost all color.

“Where are my children?”

I looked at him.

“They’re safe.”

His smug smile disappeared.

And that was only the beginning of the conversation.

PART 2 — BOTH SETS OF KEYS

I did not decide to leave because Marcus went to the beach.