The car cut through the deserted road, tearing through the night landscape as we headed to Cheyenne, Wyoming. I sat in the back seat, lost in thoughts about my missing children. Caleb was driving, and Hunter kept a vigilant eye on the road ahead, the heavy atmosphere punctuated only by the constant sound of tires on the road.

Sensing the tension in the air, Caleb broke the silence, “You two are very quiet.”

Hunter, straightforwardly, replied, “I'm focused on picking up the ...