The Price of Blood A Stolen Daughter's Escape

On the very first day my parents paid to bring me back from the broker ring, the credit card went missing.

My mother tore the entire master bedroom apart, finally pulling it out from underneath my pillow.

Not a single dollar of the five-thousand-dollar balance was gone.

Yet, the way she looked at me was like looking at a common thief.

"Rain, tell me the truth. Did you take it?"

Before I could even shake my head, our housekeeper, Martha, poked her head through the doorway, giving me a hesitant, loaded look.