As we were about to board our flight, my stepmother suddenly breached the airport security checkpoint and tried to ki:dnap my baby right out of my arms.

try to pull her away again.

Daniel paced the narrow room, one hand pressed to his forehead. “We shouldn’t get on that plane.”

“We can’t stay here either,” I said.

Officer Martinez, the sergeant who had spoken to us at the checkpoint, sat across from me with a notepad. She looked about forty, calm, exact, and serious enough that her steadiness was the continue reading …