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

out of a psychological slaughterhouse disguised as true love knows exactly how much weight those words carry.

A ferry blared its horn as it cut across the water.

The setting sun ignited the Seattle skyline, turning the clouds into brilliant streaks of violent orange and gold shattering into a million shimmering reflections on the lake.

I looked down at continue reading …