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“Okay?”

She nods.

“For now.”

I almost smile.

Definitely my daughter.

We get out.

Red Canyon sits deep between two sandstone ridges where the house can't be seen from the main road.

We bought the property eight months ago.

The original house was little more than an abandoned ranch cabin. We rebuilt it from the foundation up.

Reinforced exterior doors.

Impact-resistant windows.

Independent power.

Water storage.

Medical supplies.

Emergency communications.

Enough food for weeks.

And security covering every approach.

We don't advertise Red Canyon.

We don't put it on company paperwork.

As far as anyone outside Iron Ridge knows, this house doesn't exist.

That's exactly what I need right now.

Taylor locks the gate remotely.

Will checks the exterior cameras.

Arthur opens the house.

Nobody has to be told what to do.

We have done this too many times in too many countries.

The difference is that this time the people we're protecting are mine.

That thought stops me.

Mine.

Not possessions.