Chapter 220 A Mother's Love

• Grace
• My hands shook as I held the tablet. I tightened my grip on it as the lines continued to fade and re-draw as Eason's dot continued to move. The red grew brighter as it continued to move. Even as the relief washed over me, knowing that we had some idea about where Eason was, I couldn't shake a nagging, dreadful feeling.
• My, Cecil's, and Richard's dots were both white and steady, but Easons started to flash.