BRIANNA’S POV
I clenched my fists. My chest rose and fell with frustration as I stared at the shattered remains of my phone on the floor. My heart pounded in my ears. The rage bubbled up before I could stop it.
“Dad, what the hell?!” I yelled. “Do you have any idea what you just did? That was my only way of reaching them!”
My father sighed heavily, running a hand down his face. “Brianna, listen to me. I had to do it. I’m almost certain they were tracking us through your phone.” His voice was calm, steady—too steady, like he had already made peace with what he had done.
I crossed my arms over my chest, narrowing my eyes at him. “How do you know that? Did you find something? Or are you just guessing?”
He exhaled and took a step closer. “I’ve been doing this long enough to know when some
