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

the cap off and took two swallows.

The cold water slid down my throat, slightly dissolving the dense, suffocating mass lodged in my chest.

“What did Dad say?” I asked.

“Dad said you’re staying at the estate tonight. We handle the rest tomorrow.”

“No.” I shook my head. “We handle it tonight.”

“Chloe—”

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