The storm clouds had already begun gathering when a truck driver spotted her—
a tiny girl in a faded pink hoodie, sitting alone on the gravel shoulder of Route 16, arms wrapped tightly around a scuffed backpack, like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.
Her name was Emily Hart.
Eight years old.
My daughter.
Two hours earlier, …
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