Mom rushed to where her bag was and picked up her phone. I could tell she was about to call the cops with how urgent her steps were.

The moment the call connected, she started shrieking for help.

“A tracker... My baby... I found a tracker..” She cried.

“There’s a fucking tracker in her room.”

“Please be fast, I can’t believe she’s been tracked all this while.”

She dropped the call and turned to Dad. He wrapped his hands around her and she cried in his arms. I stood with them scared, wondering how long Devin was able to do this.

I felt the urge to call Devin and tell...