Marcus disappeared early the next morning.
The caregiver was found unconscious in a storage room. My parents were missing too.
At noon, I received a call from an unknown number.
Marcus's voice came through the phone, hoarse and excited.
"Elena, if you want Mom and Dad to stay alive, bring seven million dollars to the abandoned warehouse."
A slow smile spread across my face.
In my previous life, they hadn't cared whether I lived when they sent me back to the rough neighborhood.
Now they were the ones fighting to stay alive.
The abandoned warehouse stood on the outskirts of the city and had been empty for years.
Dusk was settling by the time I arrived.
Marcus sat in his wheelchair with two thugs beside him. My parents were tied to support columns, their mouths covered with tape and
