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 weather in Seattle.

“Must have. Her phone goes straight to voicemail. She’s not reading my texts. She probably ran back to her family’s estate.”

“Did you post that update?”

“Yeah, the media reached out, too.”

“How’s the traction?”

“Pretty good. The comments are basically all taking my side.”

Ethan rubbed his temples with his free hand.

“But if she just continue reading …