First message
I heard her desperate voice through the phone. Whoa, slow down, kiddo. I throw on my shirt and grab my keys as she explains to me. Okay, so my daughter went off with her boyfriend, and you can’t reach them? I chuckle in disbelief. I raised her to be too independent, I’m sure she’s fine. My voice drops an octave. But she shouldn’t have left without saying anything. I’ll give her a good talk when she’s back. For now, hold tight, sweetheart. Send me your location and I’ll be there soon.