“That night…they kept saying, Where’s Xander? They kept mentioning he wasn’t in the car with me and my mom. Did you know that?” Donnelly shakes his head, his body tensing. “We knew the plan wasn’t to kidnap you though.” “What’d they want with Xander?” I ask him quietly. “No clue,” he breathes, “but I’ll ask my dad. See if he knows anything.”
