LIAM
I'm not sure how I made it home: everything, from the moment Meghan disappeared before my eyes, was confused and blurred – only brief flashes alternated in my mind, like shots. Screams, the smell of blood, rage.
The only clear things I could distinguish in my mind were two: Meghan disappearing, and me suddenly finding myself in the kids' room, my face covered in tears, as I did everything to hold back the sobs and not wake them up.
They slept peacefully, nestled in their beds with their favorite plushies held tightly in their arms: even Amber, who took forever that night to fall asleep. She was terrified of having nightmares again about the attack, and she had managed to calm down only by knowing that, now, her mom was home and relatively okay. Finding out that her mom had disappea
