“You are telling me… he's just gone?”

Alexa's voice cracked like glass, her arms tightening instinctively around Mateo as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair damp from sweat and tears.

“A doll, Roman. A doll! That's what they left me with, like I wouldn't notice!”

Roman stood in the doorway, his shirt half-unbuttoned, a phone clutched in one hand and his jaw clenched so tightly it looked carved from stone.

“We're tracking them, the signal we ...