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

cold.

I turned back into the hallway where Allison was leaning against the wall, examining her nails with studied casualness.

“Where is she?” I asked.

Allison blinked at me with exaggerated innocence. “Where’s who?”

My voice stayed even, but something cold was settling into my chest. “Where is my daughter?”

Before Allison could answer, my mother’s voice continue reading …