I sat on the edge of the bed, my eyes glued to the GPS tracker app on my phone. I checked the damn thing every day. Sometimes twice an hour, even though nothing pinged. It was the same fucking story—no sign of Kit since she disappeared.
It has been thirty days.
Thirtydays of bloodshed.
Thirty days of kicking in doors and slaughtering every bastard that stood between me and her.
One month of waking up not knowing if she was still alive.
Jacob was sitting at the table cleaning his rifle. Quiet. Focused as always.
The silence between us had become a language of its own. Each of us lost in our own thoughts. I was thankful to him. He's kept me sane throughout the entire ordeal.
I refreshed the app again.
Just habit at this point.
Hoping for something that never came.
But this time-
BEEP.
I froze.
A little green dot blinked on the map.
Then again, and again.
My breath caught in my throat.
No fucking way!
The dot.
It moved.
"Jacob."
My voice cracked.
He looked up instantly alert.
"What is it?"
I stared at the screen, my heart pounding.
I zoomed in.
A live signal!
"She'sonline."
I stood up so fast the chair behind me crashed to the floor.
"She'slive,Jacob."
He was on his feet instantly.
