I Came Home From a Double Shift to Find My Daughter Gone—My Family Said They “Voted”

“You’re never here, Hannah. You work all the time.”

“I work,” I said carefully, “because bills don’t care about feelings. Now where is she?”

Allison chimed in, her voice as casual as if she were commenting on the weather. “She’s with her dad.”

The air in my chest vanished.

“With Steven,” I said, and it came out flat and dead.

My mother nodded like she’d continue reading …