Little Girl Handed Biker A Note Saying “He’s Not My Daddy, Please Help”

the past decade. None of them were ever found.

Lily was going to be number four.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about those thirty seconds. When I was deciding whether to get involved. Whether to trust a note written in crayon by a terrified six-year-old.

What if I’d talked myself out of it?

What if I’d assumed it was a custody continue reading …