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

ask all of you is: who is paying attention to you? And are you paying attention to yourselves?”

Rosa thanked me afterward. She asked if I would come back.

I said yes.

I walked home in the early dark, hands in my pockets, bracelet against my wrist, the chip blinking its quiet signal every twelve seconds into the cloud server where my father would see it continue reading …