I called again.
Nothing.
I texted my sister.
No response.
By 7:00 p.m., the silence wasn’t “busy.”
It was wrong.
I called my sister again.
This time she picked up — and her voice was too casual, too high.
“Hey, Megan.”
“I’m leaving work,” I said. “Is Olivia ready?”
Then the pause.
The static.
The sentence that shut my body down:
“Actually… is she with you?”
I didn’t argue.
I didn’t negotiate.
I went cold.
I hung up and dialed 911 while running to my car.
Read what police told me after the search began — and why the detail that mattered most wasn’t where she was found ⬇️⬇️⬇️
