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

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Julian had been watching me the whole time.

“Chloe,” he finally spoke.

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to say you’re fine.”

“I really am fine.”

I handed the earbud back to him. My movements were impossibly light and steady.

“Julian, is there water in the car?”

He grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the front console and handed it to me. I twisted continue reading …