1:34 P.M. THE NEXT message to come in made my stomach sink. They were driving down the road. Ilene held her phone in one hand and drove with the other, her window was down, hair flapping in the breeze. Directly behind her, the large body of the giraffe, with its heads out the moon roof was clearly visible, my children squished in their seats to either side of it.
“Sorry honey,” she said to me. “It’s been a crazy afternoon. We’re on our way home now. I’m trying to keep you updated on what’s been going on so it’s not a complete shock when you get home. They’ve been keeping Bobby captive all these years. He signed up for some sort of experiment they were running to connect the minds of humans with different animals to see if we could communicate, but something went wrong. It transferred thei
