PART ONE : THE GIRL ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR
When I returned from a weeklong business trip, I expected to find my husband asleep and our twelve-year-old daughter tucked safely into bed.
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Instead, I found Mia curled up on the kitchen floor.
A thin blanket covered her body, her head rested on a pillow, and a glass of water had been placed beside her. For one terrifying moment, I thought something had happened to her.
I dropped my suitcase and rushed across the room.
“Mia?”
Her breathing was steady. She had no fever or visible injuries, but relief quickly gave way to confusion.
Why was my daughter sleeping on the floor?
It was nearly midnight. My flight had been delayed for hours, but Kyle usually stayed awake until I came home. His wallet and phone charger were still in our bedroom, yet he was nowhere to be seen.
Then I noticed light beneath Mia’s bedroom door.
I heard quiet voices and the sound of furniture being moved.
My stomach tightened as I walked down the hallway and pushed the door open.
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An elderly woman stood beside Mia’s bed.
Her silver hair was tied into a loose bun, and she wore a pale nightgown beneath an oversized cardigan. Boxes filled half the room. Mia’s desk had been moved, and her bookshelf was gone.
