“Your...your daughter?” Thalassa blinked, staring at the woman with her brows furrowed in confusion. “Ma'am, are you looking for your daughter? Is that why you're wandering alone?”But her questions seemed to fall on deaf ears. The woman began running her hands all over her—her face, her arms, her hair.“It’s you. It’s really you. Oh, thank you, God. I knew you would bring her to me.”Thalassa was increasingly weirded out by the woman's touches, but that was the least important thing right now. She needed to call the police to take the kidnapper away.She endured the old lady’s odd touches as she pulled out her phone, but before she could dial 911, the kidnapper suddenly jerked up from the ground with a groan.Thalassa immediately pulled the old lady behind her, posing defensively as she narrowed her eyes at the man.“I called the police while you were passed out. They're going to be here any moment, so you don't have time,” she warned.She fisted her hands, expecting the man to attac
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