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

right side of the vanity to grab my bracelet. My hand grasped empty air.

I looked down. The drawer held only a box of Q-tips and a half-empty tube of hand cream. The bracelet was gone.

My heart skipped a beat in that exact moment. I never took that bracelet off. Ever since I was kidnapped at the age of seven, my dad had a micro-locator chip the size continue reading …