My neighbor kept insisting she’d seen my daughter at home during school hours. I knew that couldn’t be true… unless something was being hidden from me.

My neighbor kept insisting she’d seen my daughter at home during school hours. I knew that couldn’t be true… unless something was being hidden from me.

My neighbor kept insisting she’d seen my daughter at home during school hours. I knew that couldn’t be true… unless something was being hidden from me.
So I pretended to leave for work, then slipped back inside and hid under her bed.
The house was silent—until footsteps entered her room.
Then voices.
Low. Familiar.
What I heard next made my blood run cold, because my daughter wasn’t skipping school…
she was being kept there.