The seven-hour drive from Minneapolis to Chicago felt like I was crossing the entire country with a jagged blade pressed against my ribs

“Where is she?” I demanded, my voice cracking. I hadn’t slept, hadn’t eaten, and my mind was a fractured mosaic of terror.

Chris stood up, his face grim. “She’s with a child advocate, Jamie. She’s safe. But you need to know what I found when I arrived at your house that night. I didn’t just find Sarah. I found the reason your wife and her mother decided she was no longer their problem.”