It was 2:00 AM. The lighthouse was silent, save for the relentless crashing of the waves against the rocks below.
"Ready?" Caleb whispered.
We were in the living room, bags packed. We had decided to slip away quietly. No goodbyes. No arguments. Just vanish.
"Ready," I whispered back, strapping Leo into his carrier.
Caleb walked to the heavy iron door. He reached for the handle.
He turned it.
Clunk.
It didn't open.
Caleb frowned. He tried again, putting his shoulder into it. Clunk.
"It’s locked," he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. "From the outside."
"Maybe it jammed?" I suggested, though a knot of dread was tightening in my stomach.
"No," Caleb said, stepping back and pulling his gun. "Alex has deadbolts on both sides. He locked us in."
"Alex!" C
