While I was on vacation with my cousins, my phone lit up with one message: “Get on a plane home. Don’t tell your parents you’re coming.” When I landed, an attorney and two investigators

police officer to save their daughter.

My daughter.

Natalie.

I whispered, “I forgot my blue sweater.”

Martin blinked. “What?”

The front door opened.

Daniel and Luis entered quickly, badges out, voices firm.

“Martin Ellison, step away from her.”

Martin went pale.

Elaine screamed his name as Luis moved between us. Daniel guided me toward the hallway, but I could continue reading …