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

at her middle school graduation. Maggie with her first dog. Maggie in her cheerleading uniform. Maggie at seventeen, three weeks before the party, smiling at the camera like the world was going to be kind to her.

When they got to the last page, Emma closed the album and handed it back.

“I want to know everything about her,” Emma said. “Everything you continue reading …