I did not panic.Panic was a luxury I had never been able to afford.I looked at the black car at the end of my street for exactly three seconds. Engine running. Two shapes visible through the windshield. Not moving yet, just sitting there, which meant they were watching, which meant they had not decided to move yet, which meant I still had a window.Windows close fast.“Shoes,” I said again. Calm. Level. The voice I used when I needed my children to move without asking questions.Kael was already at the door pulling his on. He had heard something in my voice that Lyra had not yet and he was responding to it the way he always responded to things, quietly, efficiently, without drama. Four years old and he already packed himself like someone who understood that speed mattered.Lyra looked between me and her brother. “Mum, what is—”“Shoes, Lyra. Now.”She put her book down with the careful precision of a child who disagreed but had read the room well enough to save the argument for late
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