The Price of Freedom

Dad continues, determined.

“That way, even if they find out our death was staged, by then we’ll be so far gone, it won’t matter. It buys us time.”

He’s already shuffling papers, his hands trembling slightly.

“We’ll need money,” he mutters, half to himself. “Cash is already withdrawn. Quiet withdrawals. Small amounts. Just enough to go unnoticed. We have money in the safe—it’s enough. More than eno