Kian's P. O. V
Ever since we were separated, Olivia and I communicated in this manner, she used the old phone we stole from a client when I was still back there. If it hadn't been for Keith calling the police back then, I would've been with her, I would've been with all of them.
"Just hang on a little longer, I'm going to find the list that'll point out where you are." I said quietly into the phone, talking about the list that might be with my supposed mate.
I didn't want to see him, but if he had anything to do with the list and helping find them then I'll do it.
—"Alright, but please hurry, they're planning to ship some of us soon."—
"What? How soon?" I gasped into the phone, and then waited for her to type a response.
—"Some days from now, I'm not sure of the date. But they're starting with the younger children."—
Damn it! They were all in trouble and I was busy getting knocked up. Just what the hell could've happened to me?
