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

last spring when Rachel told me some things weren’t adding up. I put a tracker on his truck in August.”

Karen turned around in her seat. Her face was gray.

“You tracked your own grandson?”

“I did.”

“Why?”

Frank was quiet for a block. The street lights slid across Emma’s face in the back seat. I had her head in my lap. I was running my fingers through her continue reading …