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.

“Emily!”

I turned, and my blood went cold.

My stepmother, Patricia Whitmore, was running straight toward us from the public side of security, past the rope barriers, past shocked passengers, past a TSA officer yelling for her to stop.

She had no boarding pass. No ID in her hand. Nothing but a frantic look in her eyes and both arms reaching for my child.continue reading …