Riley quickly pulled the phone from River’s pocket, her heart pounding as she fumbled with it. The device felt foreign in her hands, but she had to focus. Her father had to know where she was, and she needed to figure out her next steps. She dialed the number, praying that her father would pick up.

The phone rang several times before a familiar voice answered. “Foster!” he growled.

“Dad, it’s me,” Riley said, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Riley! Where are you? Did he hurt ...