Maybe others see me as calm, but what's happening inside me is the opposite. I feel like I'm going crazy because I still haven't found Delilah.

How does it feel to be separated, reunited, and now torn apart by something even more devastating? Yes, insanity. That's what it feels like.

Riddick hasn't checked in yet, but Michael, Toby, and I are preparing to leave for southern Europe. Jeremy will join us soon.

A knock on the bedroom door broke my concentration - Eugenia came in holding a coat.

"I sewed a GPS tracker into your coat, King Elijah," she said, handing it to me.

"I'm not a king," I quickly...