CHAPTER NINETY-TWO

It's been four days with no word from Alessandro, and I'm about to lose my mind.

"What if he's hurt and we don't even know?" I ask Thomas, panic threatening to overwhelm me. "Something has to be wrong if he hasn't made contact!"

Thomas continues slicing an orange like he doesn't have a care in the world. "He's okay."

"But how do you know!" I almost shout, but then my eyes go to TJ, who is playing with a toy car on the ground.

"I just know." Thomas goes on calmly.

I narrow my eyes at him. "You're keeping something from me."

There's no way he can be so calm and unbothered and not know something.

"Alessandro has a tracker on him." Thomas nods. "If the tracker stops blinking, that would mean he has no pulse, meaning he's dead."

"Is it blinking?"

"Last time I checked."

"You know, you could've told me this!" I shake my head. "Instead, you're letting me stress, giving me a fucking headache!"

He looks up at me, a slight frown in-between his brows. "You've had this headache for almo