I got into the car with my children pressed against me, and Victor drove through the dusk with the air conditioning humming. He handed Mia a sandwich from a basket in the back seat and gave Caleb a bottle of water, and for the first time in two days, my children ate. “My aunt Judith wants the company,” he said quietly. “She has been following me for months.” Then he glanced at the mirror, and his hands tightened on the wheel.

A black SUV had rolled off the ridge and was closing the distance. “That is her,” Victor said. “Hold on.” He turned sharply onto a gravel road, but the SUV followed with its lights blazing. Caleb twisted around and whispered, “Mom, she has a picture of us.” I looked back, and in the SUV’s windshield, a woman was holding a photograph against the glass, smiling.