I woke up before the sun the next morning. Sleeping had become my enemy since they took Charlotte. Fletcher didn’t stir when I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen to make myself a pot of coffee.

Lucinda’s light was on in her house, but it was still too early for her to make it over to start breakfast.

I’d needed that release the night before in the shower, but it didn’t heal the ache in my heart. I wanted to run to the Capellos myself and demand they let her go. ...