My baby was gone. And Knox was gone, too. I looked around. His car wasn’t in the parking lot anymore. He had disappeared.

A neighbor heard me screaming and came outside. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“My phone… I need a phone!” I grabbed hers with shaking hands and dialed 911. “My boyfriend dropped my baby from the balcony! I can’t find him! Please, help me!”

The police arrived in six minutes. “Ma’am, we need you to explain what happened.”

I told them everything through sobs—the accusation, the money, the fall. The officer looked confused. “Ma’am, there’s no body here.”