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

for this conversation?”

I stopped walking.

Ava was still against my chest. Still silent. Still holding the ice pack.

I thought about everything I had ever promised her. I thought about the social worker who had spent forty-one minutes in Kyle’s apartment and pronounced it fine. I thought about my lawyer saying “document.” I thought about Ava’s voice from continue reading …