When my shaking ten-year-old begged me to hurry home, I had no idea a nightmare was waiting. I raced inside to find my husband and child cold and motionless on the living room rug. Paramedics rushed in, but the lead officer grabbed my arm, shaking his head. “Ma’am, this wasn’t an accident…”

across his notepad. “Did he explain what those pills were for, Leo?”

Leo took a shallow, shuddering breath. “He told me…” A single tear escaped his eye and rolled into his hairline. “He told me it was ‘magic astronaut powder.’ He said we were going on a special trip. He said we were taking a rocket to the moon.”

I bit down on my lower lip so hard I tasted continue reading …