Daniel’s expression changed. He tried to grab the tracker, but I smiled.
“Relax. Breaking it won’t help. I’ve already saved over ten backups of the GPS logs in my email. You can’t erase them.”
“What’s going on? What’s happening?” Margaret looked puzzled.
“It’s not what you think, Mom,” Daniel tried to explain.
“Sometimes after work, I deliver takeout, do odd jobs fixing pipes and doors, and do side projects for extra money. Sophia thought I was lying, because the GPS didn’t match what I told her.”
“Well, that’s actually a good thing,” Margaret said, and Jason Carter, Daniel’s younger brother, agreed.
“Sophia, you’re being unreasonable.”
“You’d divorce my brother just because of a GPS tracker? That makes no sense.”
“Yes. Just because of the GPS history,” I glared at Daniel. “Tomorrow, you’re coming with me to Family Court. If you don’t, I’ll expose your secret, and you’ll regret it.”
“You hear me?” I threatened.
“…I hear you,” Daniel muttered.
“What’s really going on?” Margaret pulled him into the other room to question him.
“I told you, it’s nothing. Sophia just likes to overthink…” Daniel still refused to tell the truth. He was too afraid of losing face.
I was one step away from catching him in bed at Westfield Mall.
The blue pills in the drawer had already gone down by several tablets. He’d only been with me once this month—those pills must have gone to Isabella.
I decided to let him have her.
The next morning, when I went to Divorce Court, I got stuck in traffic. While waiting, I received a call from an unknown number.
“Hello, are you Sophia Miller? I have your daughter. If you’re smart, come here. Otherwise, I can’t promise I won’t sell her overseas.”
The voice was cold and male.
He put my daughter on the line.
“Mommy, help me.”
“Don’t hurt her, please! I’ll come right away,” I panicked. I immediately tried calling Daniel, but his phone was off. He hadn’t come home the night before. I didn’t know if he had stayed at Isabella’s or at Margaret’s.
“Damn it. Both his and Margaret’s phones are off.”
I had no choice but to go rescue Lily myself.
When I arrived, a gang of homeless-looking men surrounded me.
“Well, well. I knew you couldn’t abandon your daughter.”
I hadn’t realized they would recognize me. Was this revenge?
“Mommy, help me! Don’t let them hurt you!”
“Let her go!!” I shouted angrily.
Seeing my eight-year-old tied up, my eyes filled with tears.