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

what I’m trying to find out,” I said. “Have you heard from Allison?”

“No.” Joyce sounded worried. “I called her Wednesday, Thursday, yesterday. No answer. I even drove by Thursday evening. Lights were off.” She hesitated. “I’m really worried about her.”

“You and me both,” I said.

After we hung up, I opened my old laptop and pulled up Facebook. Allison continue reading …