I abandoned my business trip and paid thousands for the first flight back to Atlanta. When I arrived at the precinct, my parents were already there, screaming at officers and demanding the children be released.

The second my mother saw me, she accused me of setting Marcus up. My father even tried to strike me before my attorney stepped between us and stopped him.

Inside the interrogation room, Marcus insisted I had given him permission to leave the children at my house. Calmly, I handed detectives property records proving I no longer owned the address.

Faced with undeniable evidence, Marcus finally confessed. He had created fake messages and manipulated Becky into believing I had agreed to watch the children while they vacationed-