My daughter hadn’t replied for a week, so I went to her house—my son-in-law said she was away on a trip, but a faint sound from inside made me question everything

documents.

“Say you’re leaving voluntarily,” his recorded voice commanded.

Emily, bruised and drugged, whispered, “I’m leaving voluntarily.”

“Good girl,” Vanessa said in the video. “Now sign the transfer.”

Mark went silent.

Vanessa stopped crying.

I stood slowly.

“You chose the wrong woman’s child.”

Mark spat, “You think you can scare me?”

“No,” I said. “I continue reading …