Michael

My feet pad against the floor as I pace back and forth in my living room. I can hear everyone's whisper's as I pass them, only to turn and pass them once more.

"What about her bracelet Orlando?" Claudia asks clutching her hand around her husband's arm. They are both seated on the sofa their faces blotched red from tears.

"She doesn't wear it anymore. She stopped when she realized what it was meant for."

"Cobi, isn't there some kind of tracking you ...