I spent two days preparing a special birthday dinner for my six children, cooking their favorite meals and setting the table for everyone. But six o’clock passed, then seven, eight, and finally nine. Nobody showed up, and not one of them answered my calls. Heartbroken and alone, I suddenly heard a knock at the door. A young police officer handed me a note from my son Grant. It said, “Mom, don’t call anyone. Don’t ask questions. Just go with the officer.” Terrified, I asked if my son was alive, but the officer refused to explain. I had no idea what was waiting for me next.
