I sought out my dad, struggling to put all the pieces together. “And the watch?” “In the past, I relied on the GPS from your phones to keep track of you girls. After Giada’s and Camilla’s incidents, I decided to get you each a piece of jewelry outfitted with GPS so that if you were separated from your phones, I could still trace you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” The second the words were out, my lips thinned sheepishly. If I’d known I was being tracked, I would have made sure not to wear the watch when sneaking out—times when I would have been most vulnerable. “We’ve tried very hard, despite how it may have felt, to let you three live your lives without us looking over your shoulders. It hasn’t been easy to balance your safety with good parenting, let me tell you.” Dad’s eyes flitted to my
