The girl flinched and pulled back against the glass, like I might hit her.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice rough and thin. “Please don’t let them hear me. They’ll find me if they know I came.”

What Chloe Saw

I stopped a few feet from her, afraid that if I reached out too fast she would disappear like smoke.

“Who?” I asked, my voice hoarse. “Chloe, who are you hiding from? What happened?”

Her eyes darted to the door, then to the hallway, listening for footsteps only she could hear.

“Vanessa,” she said, the name barely audible. “And Uncle Colby.”

I froze.

My wife. My brother.