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

that girl,” Dr. Hamilton said, her voice thick with emotion. “I loved her like a daughter. Over the last six months, I watched her withdraw. She wasn’t herself.”

“Did you ever speak to her about it?” Carol asked.

“Once,” Dr. Hamilton said. “I asked if everything was all right at home. She looked at me and said, ‘Dr. Hamilton, please pray for me.’”

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