Emma didn’t show up at work the next morning.

Instead, she took Max to school herself, holding his hand a little tighter than usual. The early light stretched across the sidewalk, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that shadows lingered in places they shouldn’t. She wasn’t being paranoid anymore. She was being hunted.

Back at her apartment, she laid out the photos she’d taken of the declassified Claire file. Names, legal paternity forms, tax shelters—everything tying Claire not ...