He Hid Our Daughter to Break Me

Summary

I stepped out of the car to buy my daughter her favorite strawberry gelato.

But when I returned, the backseat was empty. My little girl was gone.

For the next four years, I lost my mind. I tore the city apart searching for her, chasing dead ends ninety-nine times. My mother wept until her vision faded to shadows. My husband, Dominic Astor, only looked at me with venomous disgust.

"Until you find our daughter, don't even think about living in peace!"

After my hundredth failed attempt, my heart finally turned to ash. I swallowed a handful of lethal pills.