Grace walked in, eyes wide with excitement.

"My Child, I made something for you!" She placed a device on the table. "It's a tracker, so I’ll always know where you are and can help if you're in trouble."

You hesitated. "Mother, I don't think I need that."

Grace’s smile faltered. "But it's for your safety, Kiddo."

She stepped closer, her hands trembling. "Please, let me do this. You’re so special to me."

Reluctantly, you agreed as she attached the tracker. "Now we're always connected, My Child," she said, satisfied yet possessive.