Chapter 2 - THE RULES

I jumped to my feet.
âStay here.â
Lily grabbed my wrist.
âDad, donât.â
The panic in her voice stopped me harder than a locked door ever could.
âItâs okay.â
âNo, it isnât.â
Those three words came from my eight-year-old like she had been waiting years to say them.
I crouched again.
âTell me what you mean.â
She shook her head.
âNot while sheâs here.â
Another crash came from downstairs.
Claire shouted my name.
âDaniel!â
Noah crawled behind Lily.
I made a decision.
Not a good decision.
Not a bad decision.
Just the only one that mattered.
I grabbed my car keys.
âPut your shoes on.â
Lily stared at me.
âWhere are we going?â
âAunt Meganâs.â
Noah whispered, âIs Mom coming?â
âNo.â
The relief on his face made me sick.
We moved fast.
I shoved clothes into a duffel bag. Chargers. Toothbrushes. Noahâs stuffed dinosaur. Lilyâs inhaler.
I opened the bedroom door.
Claire was halfway up the stairs.
âWhere are you going?â
âMove.â
She looked at the bag.
Her eyes sharpened.
âYouâre not taking my children.â
âTheyâre my children too.â
âYouâre being insane.â
I walked the kids behind me.
Claire blocked the stairs.
âDaniel.â
âMove.â
âThis is ridiculous.â
âMove.â
âYou want to destroy this family over one stupid mistake?â
Lily whispered behind me.
âIt wasnât one.â
Claire heard her.
Her entire face changed.
âLily.â
One word.
Soft.
Almost sweet.
Lily froze.
Claire smiled.
âCome here, honey.â
Lily grabbed the back of my shirt.
Claireâs smile disappeared.
âLily. Now.â
I stepped forward.
âDonât talk to her like that.â
Claire looked at me with pure hatred.
âYou have no idea what theyâre like when youâre gone.â
âNo,â I said. âApparently I donât.â
I pushed past her.
She grabbed my arm.
I looked down at her hand.
Then up at her.
âTake your hand off me.â
She did.
Not because she was afraid of me.
Because Lily was watching.
We got outside.
Claire followed us onto the porch.
âYou leave with them, donât bother coming back!â
I buckled Noah in.
Lily climbed into the other side.
Claire kept shouting.
âYou hear me, Daniel?â
I shut the door.
Then Lily said something through the open window.
âWe know.â
Claire stopped.
I looked at Lily.
âWhat does that mean?â
Lily stared straight ahead.
âNothing.â
But Claireâs face had gone pale.
We drove away.
Ten minutes passed before Noah spoke.
âAre we allowed to talk now?â
I gripped the steering wheel.
âYouâre always allowed to talk.â
âNo,â he said. âI mean about home.â
I looked at him in the mirror.
âYes.â
He glanced at Lily.
She shook her head.
âNoah.â
âWhat?â he said.
âWe promised.â
I pulled into an empty church parking lot and stopped the car.
âWhat promise?â
Silence.
I turned around.
âWhat promise?â
Lily started crying.
Finally.
Hard, shaking sobs.
âShe said if we told you, sheâd make you leave.â
I felt numb.
âShe told you I would leave?â
âNo.â
Lily wiped her face.
âShe said sheâd make you leave.â
âHow?â
Lily looked down.
âShe said she knew how to make people believe things.â
My hands went cold.
âWhat things?â
Noah answered.
âThat you hurt us.â
I stared at him.
âWhat?â
âShe said if we ever told, sheâd tell everybody you did it.â
Lily nodded.
âShe made us practice.â
âPractice what?â
Lily looked at me.
Her eyes were full of shame that never should have belonged to her.
âWhat to say if a police officer asked.â
Then Noah whispered:
âWe had rules.â
âHow many?â
He held up both hands.
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Then Lily said:
âThere are twenty-three.â