“I adopted a sweet 7-year-old orphan, but while washing her back on the first night, I discovered a scar shaped like a notorious cartel symbol. My blood ran cold. I locked the bathroom door and secretly dialed 911, stuttering, ‘Send help, she isn’t who you think-‘ Before I could finish, she effortlessly shattered the heavy lock, grabbed the phone, and said…”

network,” Sarah said, the words rushing out in a horrified torrent. “Emily, whoever is out there is trying to retrieve their evidence.”

The doorknob jiggled violently.

“Open the door, Emily,” the man said, his patience officially evaporating. “We’re taking the girl. Don’t make me break this frame.”

The dispatcher on the cell phone shouted over the noise.continue reading …