Every Friday at 6 p.m. my daughter called me without fail, and the one week my phone stayed silent I drove to her house and heard a sound from upstairs that turned our quiet Tennessee life into something I still can’t fully talk about
Chelsea’s last known location—a budget inn outside Cincinnati, Room 14.
The arrest happened at dawn. A tactical team surrounded the motel while the sky was still dark. Chelsea must have seen them from her window because she tried to run. She made it out of her room and into the parking lot before three officers tackled her to the asphalt.
