Don’t move yet,” I breathed, the words a raw, broken whisper. “Whatever you do, stay completely still.”

This was a hunt, and we were the prey. The only way to survive was to play dead.

Just hours before, our life had been a carefully constructed illusion of normalcy. I’m Naomi, 38. My life revolved around Eli, my brilliant, endlessly curious 11-year-old. He was my sun, my moon, my entire universe. And Jared… Jared was the man I had married twelve years ago. The man who once had a laugh that could fill a room and a charm that made you feel like the only person in the world. But that man had been slowly fading for years, replaced by a