Another time, he mentioned hearing his father talking about fixing things for good. I had told him that grown up business was not for children to worry about.
Now he was shaking in front of me and begging for his life. I took a deep breath and tried to steady my voice.
“Okay, tell me exactly what you heard this morning,” I said.
He leaned close until his lips brushed my ear. “I woke up early to get water and Dad was in his office on the phone,” he whispered.
“He said tonight something bad was going to happen while we were sleeping,” Toby continued.
“He said he needed to be far away so he would not be in the way anymore,” the boy finished.
The world seemed to tilt on its axis. I pulled back and searched his face for any sign of a lie.
“Are you absolutely sure about this?” I asked.
He nodded frantically. “He said people were going to take care of it and his voice sounded scary,” Toby added.
My first instinct was still denial. I wanted to tell myself it was a misunderstanding about a home renovation or a work project.
But memories surfaced uninvited like ghosts. I remembered Dominic insisting that the house and the accounts stay in his name only.
I remembered him increasing his life insurance policy last month. I thought of the late night calls he took behind locked doors.
I even remembered a phrase I overheard while half asleep. “It has to look like an accident,” he had muttered into the phone.
I stood up slowly and felt a cold chill wash over me. “Okay, I believe you,” I said.
Relief flooded Toby’s face so fast that it hurt my heart to see it. We walked to the SUV in silence.
I buckled him in with shaking hands and drove away from the airport. I did not take our usual route home.
I circled the neighborhood wide and approached our street from a back entrance. I parked on a side road where the shadows were deepest.
Our house sat there looking like a sanctuary. The porch light was on and the curtains were drawn tight.
We waited in the dark cabin of the car. Minutes passed like hours.
Then the dark van turned onto our street. It moved with a predatory slowness that made my skin crawl.
It stopped right in front of our driveway. Two men stepped out of the vehicle.
They were not wearing uniforms. One of them reached into his pocket and pulled out a key.
He unlocked our front door and the house swallowed them both. “Mom, how do they have a key?” Toby whispered.
I could not answer him because the truth was too heavy to speak. Then I smelled it through the cracked window.
The scent of gasoline drifted toward us on the night breeze. A thin line of gray smoke curled from the upstairs window.
My heart seized in my chest as fire bloomed inside the living room. It climbed the walls with a merciless speed.
Sirens began to wail in the far distance. The van sped away from the curb and disappeared around the corner.
Toby wrapped his arms around my waist as I collapsed onto the pavement. I stared at the inferno that used to be our sanctuary.
My phone vibrated in my hand. It was another text from Dominic.
“Just landed. Hope you and Toby are sleeping well. Love you guys,” the message read.
I stared at the screen and then at the burning house. In that moment, I understood the terrifying truth.
If I had not believed my son at the airport, we would have been inside that house. We would have been asleep in our beds.
I realized with sickening clarity that the danger was not over just because the house was gone. The firefighters arrived quickly and their lights strobed through the trees.
Neighbors spilled onto the street in their robes and slippers. Someone shouted my name but I stayed hidden in the shadows.
My body would not move. It felt as if my muscles had turned to stone.
Toby pressed against my side and cried without making a sound. He was trying to be brave for me.
I watched the flames make the house look alive. The upstairs windows exploded outward with a sharp pop.
The fire climbed toward Toby’s bedroom. My knees buckled and I sank onto the cold concrete.
Dominic was building his alibi while his family was supposed to be burning. He was on the other side of the country making sure his timeline was clean.
My stomach rolled and I vomited into the gutter. It was the kind of sickness that comes when you realize your world is a lie.
Toby patted my back with an uncertain hand. “I am sorry, Mom,” he whispered.
I wiped my mouth and pulled him into a tight embrace. “No, you saved us,” I said hoarsely.
Across the street, the fire chief was barking orders at his crew. Hoses unfurled and water hit the flames with a violent hiss.
“What are we going to do now?” Toby asked.
I had no answer for him. The question was not just where we would sleep tonight.
It was a question of who we could ever trust again. I wondered how you survive the moment you realize your husband tried to erase you.
If I called the police right now, what would I even say? My husband is in another state and has a perfect alibi.
The city loved Dominic. He was the man who shook hands at charity events and posted perfect photos.
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