While I was on vacation with my cousins, my phone lit up with one message: “Get on a plane home. Don’t tell your parents you’re coming.” When I landed, an attorney and two investigators

and suddenly the word parents felt dangerous, like stepping onto thin ice. “Martin and Elaine. Where are they?”

“At home, as far as we know,” Daniel said.

“Do they know I’m back?”

“No,” Luis answered. “And for your safety, we’d like to keep it that way for now.”

Safety.

That word made everything feel sharper.

I looked at Margaret. “Are you saying they kidnapped continue reading …