Giving in to get what you want...
After a day of hunting the city for anything remotely looking familiar, Alyssa ended her search for Rachel empty-handed.
Exhausted, she grabbed food. She hadn’t eaten all day even though her watch had gone off multiple times reminding her to eat. She sat inside a diner close to the hotel. Just as she was about to take a bite of food, a text arrived on her phone.
She didn’t recognize the number.
With a click, it opened, and a photo of Rachel appeared on the screen—tied up with blood coming from her forehead.
The message read, “It’s time you come home.”
Without taking a bite, Alyssa dialed the number.
A voice answered the phone. “I see she’s your kryptonite. Are you ready to come home?”
Alyssa knew the voice. Rivera.
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