Everything changed the moment my phone buzzed with a text from my daughter. It read, “Mommy, Uncle Evan is at Mrs. Rodriguez’s house.”

My heart dropped. Evan had disappeared from the hospital after detectives started questioning him, and now he had somehow found the place where my daughter was hiding.

I immediately called the police as officers rushed toward Mrs. Rodriguez’s home. Every second felt endless while we waited for them to arrive.

Mrs. Rodriguez refused to let Evan inside despite his demands. Meanwhile, my daughter stayed close to her, clutching a gray stuffed bunny that Evan seemed strangely desperate to get back-