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

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The next morning, at 9:00 a.m., my phone started buzzing violently.

It wasn’t Ethan calling. I had blocked his number the moment I got to the estate last night. The vibrations were from group texts, DMs, and endless social media notifications.

I opened Facebook and Instagram. The top post on my feed was an update shared hundreds of times.

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