Jessica's POV

The encrypted message burns through my phone at six forty-seven AM, the notification sound jarring me from restless sleep.

‘Today. Park. Eleven thirty. Blue van, section C parking. Story: took Connor to playground, went to car for snacks, returned to find him missing. Panic appropriately.’

My hands shake as I delete the message. 'Today.'

Across the guest suite, Connor sleeps peacefully in his small bed, Spike ...