After a double shift at the hospital, I walked in and my 7-year-old daughter was missing. My mother said, “We voted. You don’t get a say,” while my sister cleared out my child’s room like it was a seizure. I didn’t scream. I stayed calm—and what I said next terrified them.
By the time Emily Carter turned into the cracked driveway of her parents’ home in Dayton, Ohio, night had already settled in.…