It's been eight months...eight whole months and nothing. Just dead end after dead end. Miguel's source hacked into all of Crystal's offshore accounts, and emptied them out. She's even on the FBI's most wanted list...but still...nothing.
Miguel passed me a cup of coffee, "Someone must be helping her."
I looked at Miguel exhausted, forcing myself to sit up.
"I'm never going to get my daughter back."
"Yes you are, I promised you, and I have never broken any of my promises."
For eight months, I've been barely living...barely existing. I can't imagine going on for another day.
"My family is having a barbecue tomorrow. Come with me, let's go have some fun."
I chuckled, "Fun? I forgot what that felt like."
"I'm not taking no for an answer, Alana."
I turned off my phone the next day, ho
