Come Alone

He looked at me.

"The family's security team," he said, after a pause. "They've known about the marker description for years. They've been actively looking." He stopped. "And whoever took you twenty-two years ago. They'd know what you carry in your blood. They'd know exactly what it means that you're here."

The room felt suddenly very still.

"Someone took me," I said. "And they're still out there.