That evening, I set my plan in motion, casually telling Silas I was dropping off groceries at my mom’s, but Hannah was picking me up for drinks afterward. I told him not to wait up, but he barely looked up from the game on TV.
“Drive safe,” he mumbled.
Lila, our regular babysitter and Owen’s favorite person who kept him busy in the evenings while I cooked, was lounging on the couch, scrolling her phone. She glanced up.
“Can I go, or do you need me to stay late?”
“Maybe. Ask Silas,” I said, faking a smile.
When I stepped outside, Hannah’s car was in the driveway. She sat in the driver’s seat, sipping an iced coffee. “Okay, what’s going on?” she asked as I climbed in and shut the door.
“I think Silas is hiding something.”
Hannah’s brows shot up.
“Like… hiding what? Stolen goods? Another woman?”
I winced.
