Because I was kidnapped as a child, my dad had a tracker embedded in my bracelet. That day, when I couldn’t find it, my dad called immediately: “Take nothing. Come downstairs immediately. Your brother is waiting in car…” – News

by the fire lane.”

“Dad, tell me what’s on the recording.”

“Listen to it in the car. Leave now.”

“I need to know.”

“Chloe.”

Dad’s voice suddenly spiked in volume, then dropped, carrying a tremor I had only heard twice in my life. The last time being the day I was kidnapped at seven.

“Please just get out of there.”

I hung up.

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