First thing every morning, my husband wakes me up with a cup of tea and hands me my phone. Before I’ve even had a sip, I’ll check for any messages from my only child, Hannah. Then I’ll open the geolocation app that lets me monitor where she is at all times. All her regular haunts are on there, so I get an alert whenever she arrives or leaves somewhere.
I usually check in every couple of hours, my eyes trained on the blue dot that represents my beloved child.
It would be easy to assume Hannah is a teenager, and I’m concerned for her safety walking to and from school. Or perhaps she’s a fresher, recently arrived at university and on her own for
