My name, believe it or not, is Pictarine Nebbie Jump. Call me Pic.
My happily ever after started with Masonās first words: āWant me to kiss it better?ā 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. Itās complicated.
What happened is so bizarre, that because of me, a four-year-old is being hunted by a terrorist cell, and all sheās armed with is a childās hope, her Barbie doll, and my brains.
We are alone because no one believes her and no one can see me.
If I donāt do something, sheās going to disappear āpermanently.