CHAPTER 33

I'm halfway down the street, wondering how on earth I'm going to find the Spanish gang. If I do, what happens then? I beg for my parents back? What if the Spanish gang aren't the kidnappers? I exhale deeply, running my fingers down the space between my eyebrows to calm myself down. Whenever I was younger, Mum would stroke the exact same spot. It would calm me down instantly or make me fall asleep within minutes. I ached to have her affection back, no matter how old you get, you always need...