Page 143 of Forbidden Fate

Then I pick up the phone.

“Dial one first for the US,” Juanita tells me.

I nod and then tap in Raven’s number. Raven. My twin. The other half of me. That’s who I want to call first.

It rings once.

Twice.

Three times.

Then—

“Hello?”

“Raven,” I whisper.

“Oh, my God! Robin?”

“Yeah,” I say. “It’s me.”

“Oh my God.” Her voice goes muffled, like she’s turned away from the phone. “It’s Robin. It’s Robin!”

Noise explodes on the other end.

Voices.

Movement.

Someone swearing.

Someone saying my name.

Then Raven is back, breathless. “Where are you? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Robin, where are you?”

“I’m okay.”

It’s the first lie I tell my family.

Probably not the last.

“I’m at the U.S. Embassy.”

“The embassy?” Raven asks. “Where?”

I close my eyes. “Colombia.”

The silence on the line is so total for a second I think the call dropped.

“Colombia?” Vinnie’s voice.

“Yes,” I say.

“Colombia,” he repeats. “Jesus Christ.”

“I’m okay.”

“Don’t say that yet,” he snaps. Then softer, “Sorry. Sorry. I’m just— We’ve been looking everywhere.”