I Returned For Thanksgiving To Find My Parents Gone—And My Father Waiting

to happen would be recorded.

Ringing… ringing…

Then suddenly, the dark, somber living room was illuminated by a blast of harsh blue light from my phone screen.

The call connected.

“Oh my God, Jana!”

The video was chaotic at first—swirling colors, loud music, the sound of dozens of people talking and laughing at once.

It looked like they were in a piano bar continue reading …