MY HUSBAND SHOOK ME AWAKE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT—“GET UP, BACKYARD, NOW!”

Clothes for the kids.

That evening, as I buckled Liam into his car seat, he looked at me with wide eyes. “Mommy, are we going on a trip?”

“Yes,” I said softly. “A long one.”

I didn’t tell my husband where we were going.

I didn’t tell him goodbye.

We stayed with my sister in Oregon for two weeks before the authorities found us—not to arrest me, but to ask continue reading …