My name, believe it or not, is Pictarine Nebbie Jump. Call me Pic.
My happily ever after started with Masonâs first words: âWant me to kiss it better?â I never looked back.
Yes, things were going great and I expected them to get even better.
Then I was accidentally eye-napped.
Yeah, you read that right. Itâs complicated.
What happened is so bizarre, that because of me, a four-year-old is being hunted by a terrorist cell, and all sheâs armed with is a childâs hope, her Barbie doll, and my brains.
We are alone because no one believes her and no one can see me.
If I donât do something, sheâs going to disappear âpermanently.