Daddy, Did You Finish That Smoke?

Synopsis

Thirteen years after I was taken, the police finally brought me home. At the reunion, my mother threw her arms around me and sobbed, "Oh, sweetheart, I've been looking everywhere for you." My father stood a few steps away, and his eyes were rimmed red. The officer turned to me and asked, "Do you remember anything from that day? Could you identify anyone who helped?" I locked eyes with my father and spoke slowly. "I remember. Someone picked me up and put me in a car, and there was a man standing right next to us, smoking a cigarette." The color drained from my father's face. My mother went still, and her voice shook. "What are you saying?" I pointed straight at my father. "So, Dad, did you ever finish that cigarette?"