My daughter called me in tears and said, “Dad, please come pick me up.” When I got to her in-laws’ house…

Emily’s voice was barely audible, raw from crying, but the terror in it hit harder than a scream.

“They locked me down there,” she whispered. “Please, Dad… please don’t leave me here.”

Linda Wilson moved fast.

“Enough,” she snapped. “She’s manipulating you.”

I stood slowly, helping Emily to her feet while keeping myself between her and the rest of the room. My pulse pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.

“What basement?” I asked quietly.