My Tracker Disappeared Until My Dad Called And Told Me To Run

beside her.

Tomás glanced at me. He did not ask if I was all right.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Your father’s office. He has an attorney waiting.”

“What kind of attorney?”

“The kind who has handled exactly this type of situation before.”

I looked down at my bare wrist. The indentation where the bracelet usually sat was faint, a shallow groove pressed continue reading …