The Day My Daughter’s Life Was Stolen

As my husband, Thorian Duskmoor, drove home to pick up our daughter Ashley from her family tutelage, a sudden call pulled him away—something urgent, he said. He left her halfway and ordered me to take over.

Fever burning through my veins, worry clawing at my chest, I raced through the streets to reach her. But I was too late.

A black, unmarked car barreled through the alley, hitting her before vanishing into the night, leaving her still in my arms. Despair tightened around me like a noose.