“Kenzo?” I bent down, brushing his hair from his eyes. “Baby, talk to me.”

He lifted his face. The terror there made my breath catch.

“Mama…” His voice cracked. “We can’t go back there.”

The air around us seemed to tighten.

“What do you mean?” I whispered.

He swallowed hard, as if forcing the truth out.

“I heard Daddy this morning. He was in the garage. He said tonight something really bad has to happen… and he needed to be far away when it did. He said someone else would ‘finish it’ so no one blamed him.”

My pulse slammed in my ears.

“Finish… what?” I asked, barely breathing.