My husband Derek had just left for a business trip when my six-year-old daughter tugged my sleeve with trembling fingers and whispered words that would shatter everything I thought I knew about my life: \u201cMommy\u2026 we have to run. Now.\u201dIt wasn\u2019t the dramatic whisper children use during games of make-believe, when they\u2019re pirates escaping imaginary enemies or princesses fleeing dragons. This was something older, something primal\u2014the kind of fear that bypasses childhood innocence and speaks directly to survival instinct.I was standing at the kitchen sink rinsing breakfast dishes, my hands submerged in warm soapy water, watching the Seattle morning rain streak down the window above the faucet. The house still smelled like the French roast coffee Derek preferred and the lemon-scented cleaner I used obsessively when I needed the illusion of control. My husband had kissed my forehead at the door exactly thirty-two minutes earlier, his wheeled suitcase trailing behind him, saying he\u2019d be back Sunday night from the technology conference in San Francisco.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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