"Good, your brain has started working," Zachary said, turning the tracker back on before putting it back in place.

I remained dumbfounded in the back seat.

Danny was sleeping beside me with his eyes tightly shut. Under the flickering streetlights, his delicate features made him look like a porcelain doll. I stared at him for a long time until Zachary said, "We're home. I'll walk you in."

"Thanks," I replied politely and picked Danny up.

I ...