I Caught a Biker Carrying My Unconscious Daughter Out of a Party at 2am

I put the tracker on because I wanted to be wrong. I prayed every night I was wrong.”

He glanced at Emma in the rearview.

“Tonight the tracker pinged this address at 11:30. I was in bed. Something made me get up.”

I looked down at my daughter. Her chest rose and fell. Slower than it should. But rising. Falling.

“Where did you find her?” I asked.

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