I Paid Bikers $5000 to Kidnap My Own Daughter From Her Mother

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I knew where her room was because she had FaceTimed me from it every Tuesday for four months.

I opened her door.

She was curled up on her side in pink pajamas. Her hair was over her face. On her nightstand were three empty water bottles and a plastic bag of melted ice from the freezer — the kind you hold against bruises you don’t want anyone to see.continue reading …