Camila

I reached for Dante’s hand, holding it between both of mine. “When I woke, I heard the men talking to someone. They called him boss.”

“Did they use a name?”

I shook my head. “They spoke in Spanish, telling the boss that they had me.” I began to sit up and Dante eased me back to a lying position. “Fine. I know how they found me.” He lifted his eyebrows. “This morning, I received an odd text.”

“In Spanish. I saw it. Catalina ...