Joy
Can you mind-link your dad?
Alex scrunched up his face. I’m trying, but we’re too far away.
The two stinky bad guys had taken us into the industrial park. I had seen the place, and I knew it, because Mommy’s dress-making workshop was in the same area. The warehouse was empty, and it looked like there had been a fire a long time ago that destroyed part of the roof.
I was still fighting when they pulled me out of the van. My wrists and ankles were taped together, but I still kicked and used my hands to give the man a double-fisted punch, and when his arm got too close to my face, I bit down, hard, until I tasted blood in my mouth. The bad man swore. A lot.
Alex, on the other hand, was staying very quiet and still.
Why don’t you fight? I asked, perplexed.
I don’t want them to tape
