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

In the car, my hands were steady on the wheel, but my heart wasn’t. I called Steven’s cell phone. No answer. It went straight to voicemail. Of course it did.

I drove anyway, because sitting still would have turned into spiraling, and spiraling doesn’t get your child back. Why didn’t he call me? Why wasn’t he answering? Why did my parents feel comfortable continue reading …