Hannah's face crumpled, her maternal instinct warring with fear. But we couldn't call for help, with the intruders right above us. Any noise would give us away. Aware of it, Hannah trembled as she texted Cole. [Come home! Vicky and I are in danger. Intruders are in the house.] Like in my last life, Cole made a video call. Hannah pressed the Answer button but quickly hung up, remembering my warning. She texted, [Can't talk. Hurry! They'll find us soon.] Cole, realizing the gravity of the situation, asked where we were. Hannah told him everything. His response came: [Stay put in the bathroom. I'm on my way with help.] Hannah sagged with relief, but dread coiled tighter in my gut.