My Daughter Called Me From A Hospital Bed

welled in Janelle’s eyes. “Maria? She was always so kind to me. I thought she was afraid of them.”

“She was,” I said. “But she was more afraid of what would happen if she did nothing.”

Detective Alvarez came back into the room, his expression grim.

“Ma’am, the team at the Prescott house… they finished the initial dig.”

I held my breath. Janelle squeezed continue reading …