My daughter’s missing. And the police think I killed her.
Monday, 8 a.m. I go to wake up eight-year-old Bella to get her ready for school.
She’s not there.
My husband Charlie and I put her to bed as usual the night before. We kissed her goodnight. Just like we always do.
Things like this don’t happen to people like us. Not in a quiet little town like Spencer, Michigan.
Detective Anne Briar is leading the case. I know she suspects I’m not telling her everything. I see it in the way her eyes narrow ever so slightly. And she’s right.
No one must ever know what really happened the night Bella disappeared.
My daughter’s missing. And the police think I killed her.
Monday, 8 a.m. I go to wake up eight-year-old Bella to get her ready for school.
She’s not there.
My husband Charlie and I put her to bed as usual the night before. We kissed her goodnight. Just like we always do.
Things like this don’t happen to people like us. Not in a quiet little town like Spencer, Michigan.
Detective Anne Briar is leading the case. I know she suspects I’m not telling her everything. I see it in the way her eyes narrow ever so slightly. And she’s right.
No one must ever know what really happened the night Bella disappeared.