I grew more impatient each hour still waiting for Crystal to wake up. Miguel started calling nonstop, but I was not in the mood to speak to him or anyone else expect for Crystal, so she can tell me where my daughter is. But knowing how persistent Miguel is, I decided to pick up the phone.
"Alana! What are you doing at a warehouse?"
"How did you...never mind. I'll explain everything when I get home."
"I'm outside, come out."
I stared at my phone in complete shock, but I don't have the energy to go back and forth about him tracking my location.
I went outside to meet him. He stood by his car angry.
"What are you doing here Alana?"
"Crystal is here."
"What?"
"Yeah, there's a whole medical facility underground, she's apparently dying from kidney failure."
"I have to call this in."
