Could the day go by any slower? Ariel groaned as she checked the time for the umpteenth time, and barely an hour had passed. How was she supposed to wait another 20 hours? The time was crawling, like it had taken up the spirit of a sloth.
Was he trying to kill her?
She wouldn’t deny that she didn’t like the idea, but right now, there was nothing she could do about it, but she knew what she had to do.
Minutes later, Ariel was on the phone with Claudia, asking for her help.
The plan was simple: Claudia would somehow find a way to connect to their phones together, and as the call was ongoing, she was going to be tracking the man.
If everything works perfectly, Ariel would be leaving with the right information about her birth and his information.
It all seems too easy, and she hopes it h
