My heart soared with relief, but I kept my breathing steady. Caleb was awake—he had heard everything, just like I had. And now, we needed to pretend a little longer if we were going to survive this nightmare.

Time dragged by, each second feeling like an hour. I strained to hear any sign of Ethan returning, but the house was silent except for the faint ticking of the wall clock.

Finally, I felt it was safe enough to risk a whisper. “Caleb, can you hear me?”

“Yeah, Mom,” he breathed, his voice small and scared. “What do we do?”

I didn’t have a plan. My mind raced, trying to piece together a strategy when all I wanted to do was scream. But panic wouldn’t help us now. We needed to be smart and fast.

“Okay, when I say ‘go,’ we’re going to get up and leave the house,” I whispered. “We need to find help. But we have to be quiet. Understand?”

Caleb squeezed my fingers. “I understand.”

With a deep breath, I counted down silently in my head. Three… two… one… “Go.”

We moved like ghosts through the house, careful not to disturb anything that might alert Ethan if he happened to come back. I grabbed my phone from the counter, praying it still had some charge left.

Out the front door, the night was crisp and biting, but it felt like freedom. We hurried down the street, sticking to the shadows, my mind relentlessly going over Ethan’s words.

Poison. Accidental poisoning. A woman.

Who was she? And how long had this been going on? Questions churned in my mind, each more painful than the last. But those were mysteries for another time. Right now, we needed help.

We reached the neighbor’s house—an elderly couple, the Johnsons, who’d always been kind to Caleb. I rang the doorbell, hoping they were home and awake.

Mr. Johnson answered, his eyes widening at the sight of us. “Oh my goodness, what happened?”