Her Last Cry for Dad

Synopsis

My six-year-old daughter was kidnapped. When I finally found her, there was a bomb strapped to her body, a modified device with a countdown timer. It was the kind only my husband, Simon Carter, knew how to defuse. I called him immediately, but a woman answered instead. "Simon's in the shower right now. If it's urgent, you can tell me." My head went blank. Without a second thought, I shrieked hysterically into the phone, insisting on speaking to Simon right then. He did, but his voice was cold, edged with irritation. "Do you ever get tired of making things up? With a mother like you, it's no wonder Daisy's going to turn out the same way." Then he hung up. When I tried again, his phone was already off. An hour later, the bomb went off. My daughter never came back.