My daughter walked out the door for prom and never came home that night — 11 months later, I opened my son’s beanbag chair and screamed at what was hidden inside Interesting For You

And Ronan was nowhere to be found.

The moment I heard his name, fear found someone to blame.

I told the police they needed to find him.

I told Wesley I’d known that boy was trouble.

I even confronted Bethany in the parking lot the next morning and demanded to know where her son had taken my daughter.

She looked exhausted but didn’t fight back.

All she said was that Elise and Ronan cared deeply about each other and that maybe I needed to consider the possibility that Elise had made a choice of her own.

I hated her for saying that.

My daughter would never leave me voluntarily.

At least, that was what I kept telling myself.