“You shouldn’t have come, Grant. Now we’re all in danger.” Just then, a black car pulled up behind us, and my daughter screamed…

her against my chest with a fierce, uncompromising grip.

“Sofia,” I commanded gently, looking at the child who possessed my absolute devotion. “Gather anything of emotional significance. We are returning to where you belong.”

Sofia scrambled to stuff a dilapidated stuffed bear, a tattered journal, and the stolen silver frame into a grimy canvas backpack.continue reading …