…Emile kiddie pov…

I entered one of the cabs and the driver helped me to arrange my luggage in the booth.

I didn't know how to approach my best friend Erick and neither did my mom.

"Take me to a hotel," I told the cab driver.

As the cab pulled out onto the busy street, I glanced out the window, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling metropolis. I tried to relax and enjoy the ride, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

"Is everything okay, miss?" the driver asked, catching my eye in the rearview mirror.

"Yes, I'm fine," I said, forcing a...