Chapter 4 - The Confrontation
Panic surged through my veins as I ended the call.
"We have to leave right now," I told Rachel, frantically grabbing a diaper bag from the kitchen counter.
Rachel didn't ask any questions, sensing the absolute terror in my voice.
She scooped up the sleeping boys while I gently lifted Mia into my arms.
We rushed down the rusty fire escape just as three unmarked black SUVs screeched to a halt in front of the building.
Heavy boots pounded against the pavement as men in dark suits stormed the front lobby.
I ushered Rachel and the triplets into my car, which I had parked in a hidden alleyway behind the dumpsters.
I peeled out into the street, blending into the heavy Philadelphia afternoon traffic before Noelle's men could spot us.
The babies woke up and started crying, confused by the sudden chaos.
"Where are we going to go, Evan?" Rachel asked, her hands shaking as she tried to comfort the boys in the backseat.
"We are going to my private cabin in the Poconos, they don't know it exists," I assured her.
The drive took two agonizing hours of constantly checking my rearview mirror.
When we finally reached the secluded cabin hidden deep in the woods, the sun was beginning to set.
I locked all the heavy deadbolts and started a fire to keep the children warm.
For the first time all day, Rachel and I actually sat down on the sofa together.
"I am so sorry I didn't fight harder to find you, Rachel," I confessed, staring at the flames.
She reached out and gently rested her hand on top of mine.
"I am sorry I believed a piece of paper over the man I loved," she whispered back.
The tender moment was violently interrupted by the sound of a helicopter roaring directly above the cabin roof.
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My phone lit up with a text message from Noelle.
"Did you really think I wouldn't put a GPS tracker in your car, Evan?"
