Chapter 6

I saved the photograph.

Then I saved the seventy-two seconds she had turned into a story.

By midnight, Brooke's photograph had been shared more than nine thousand times.

Strangers had decided that the children had spent the afternoon beside an unsafe dock while I watched from somewhere comfortable.

One comment described Finn as dehydrated. Another said Ava looked frightened of me.

Neither child had been outside for two minutes.

I saved the original post, the revised captions, the marina correspondence, and the receipt for the car that took them to a waterfront hotel. Owen had met them there and chosen…