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

you didn’t do it.”

My voice was as flat as a heart monitor flatlining.

“My blood has alprazolam metabolites in it. This isn’t the result of a single dose. It indicates continuous exposure, which means without my knowledge, you had been dosing me for at least 2 to 3 weeks.”

“This… This is impossible.”

“Did you put it in the hot soup or the milk?”

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