Finally, it felt safe enough to move. I opened my eyes, the room spinning for a moment before settling into clarity. Caleb was already looking at me, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. “Mom?” he whispered, his voice a fragile thread.

“We’re okay,” I assured him, as much for myself as for him. “We have to be quiet, okay? We need to get out of here and find help.”

Caleb nodded, his trust in me absolute. I felt a surge of determination. We could do this. We had to.

I got to my feet slowly, testing each limb, grateful that the dizziness was fading. Caleb followed suit, sticking close. We moved through the house with careful steps, avoiding the creaky floorboards that could betray us.

The kitchen was our first stop. I grabbed my phone from the counter where I’d left it earlier. Ethan’s phone was gone; he must have taken it with him. My fingers shook as I dialed 911, each beep of the numbers feeling like a countdown to safety.

“911, what’s your emergency?” The operator’s voice was a lifeline.

I kept my voice low, fearful Ethan might still be within earshot. “There’s been an attempt on my life and my son’s. We need immediate assistance. The address is 45 Maple Street. Please, hurry.”

The operator confirmed the details and assured me help was on the way. “Stay on the line, ma’am. Officers are en route.”

I nodded, though she couldn’t see me, feeling a flicker of hope. Help was coming. We just had to hold on a little longer.

I ended the call and turned to Caleb. “Let’s go outside. We’ll wait for the police there.”

Together, we slipped into our coats, adrenaline keeping us warm against the chill of the night. The front yard was empty, the street quiet. I clutched Caleb’s hand, both of us peering into the darkness for any sign of Ethan or the woman from the phone.

Within minutes, red and blue lights flashed at the end of the street, growing brighter as a police car pulled up to the curb. Relief crashed over me, the weight of fear lifting just enough to breathe easier.

Two officers stepped out, their presence a reassurance. One approached, his expression a mix of concern and readiness. “Are you the ones who called?”

“Yes,” I said, my voice finding strength. “We’re the ones. He tried to poison us… my husband. We need protection.”

“Don’t worry,” the officer said, his tone firm and comforting. “You’re safe now. We’ll take it from here.”

As we were led to the safety of the police car, I squeezed Caleb’s hand again. We’d made it through the night, through Ethan’s betrayal. Whatever came next, I knew we’d face it together, stronger than ever.