Three days after I gave birth to twins, my husband showed up with his mistress and divorce papers. “Take $3 million and sign it. I only want the kids.” I signed… and disappeared that night. By morning, he realized something was terribly wrong.

My stomach plummeted, but I answered it.

“Carolyn Mitchell?” a crisp, male voice inquired.

“Speaking.”

“This is Robert Kline. I represent your husband, Daniel Mitchell.”

I pressed the heel of my free hand hard against my throbbing forehead. “What exactly do you want?”

“Mr. Mitchell is profoundly concerned for the immediate welfare of his children,” the continue reading …