The banging on the door isn’t unexpected, although I didn’t anticipate them getting here this early. Joey’s head jerks up, her eyelids fluttering open. “Max?” “Get dressed, baby girl.” She blinks at me. “But who could that be?” “Your brothers.” “My … What? How? Why?” “You have a tracker in your phone, baby. I have one in mine too.” “So, you knew? You knew they’d find out?” She shakes her head, dislodging the remnants of her peaceful sleep. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
