Page 3 — “We Found Her.” Then They Said The Part I’ll Never Forget.
When I got to my mother’s house, cruisers were already outside.
Neighbors stood on porches watching like it was entertainment.
A detective met me in the driveway.
Officers were searching streets, yards, and the treeline.
An alert was issued.
Time became something vicious.
Every minute felt like proof I’d failed her.
Then, around 9:47 p.m., the detective walked up to my car window.
Her face changed before she spoke.
“Megan. We found her.”
My throat locked.
“Is she…?”
“She’s alive,” the detective said. “But she’s at the hospital.”
I asked why.
And the detective looked away before answering.
“She was found in an abandoned shed two miles away,” she said. “She refused to come out until the officer promised you were the only one allowed to touch her.”
That sentence told me everything I didn’t want to know.
Because kids don’t negotiate touch unless they’ve learned it isn’t safe.
Read what my daughter said in the hospital bed — and what it revealed about what happened in that house ⬇️⬇️⬇️
