CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

like wet grass and exhaust. My hands shook as I started the engine. The clock on the dashboard said 9:36.

She had been gone for more than two hours.

I don’t remember every turn to Target. I remember red lights feeling personal. I remember gripping the steering wheel so hard my fingers hurt. I remember whispering, “Please be there, please be there, please continue reading …