During the family barbecue, I got a text: Leave now. Don’t talk to anyone. I

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The police were tipped off, and you were at risk just by being there.”

I was silent, absorbing the shock of his words. “What kind of danger?”

“I can’t say over the phone. It’s too risky.

Just stay away for now. I promise, I’ll explain everything in person soon.”

With that, the call ended, leaving me with more questions than answers. My hands shook as I lowered the phone, the reality of the situation settling in.

Whatever my son and daughter-in-law were tangled up in, it was serious enough to warrant a police raid. And somehow, my estranged brother was involved in trying to save them—and me. As the night deepened and the police continued their work, I realized that this was just the beginning of a story I never asked to be part of.

A story that would force me to confront the tangled web of secrets within my family.