I thought the worst day of my life was the afternoon I came home from a business trip and discovered that my 18-year-old daughter was gone.
For an entire year, I wondered whether Sarah was safe, whether she hated me, and whether I would ever see her again.
Then one Thursday morning, someone knocked on my door….
Sarah was standing on the porch.
She was thinner, exhausted, and holding a newborn baby in her arms.
But the first words out of her mouth weren’t, “Mom, I’m home.”
They were:
“Don’t tell Kevin I’m here.”
And within hours, I would discover that almost everything I believed about my husband had been a carefully constructed lie.
The warning signs had actually begun before Sarah disappeared.
I just hadn’t wanted to see them.
