At 6:37 p.m., as the sky darkened to indigo and snow turned heavier, my phone rang. The caller ID said Mercy General Hospital.
I frowned. I was already at Mercy General.
“Hello?”
“Is this Megan Harper?” the voice asked.
“Yes.”
“This is Officer Reynolds with the Oakwood Police Department. We have your daughters here.”
My entire body went cold.
“What do you mean you have my daughters?” I whispered.
“They were found approximately two miles from your parents’ residence. A passerby spotted them lying in a snowbank near Maple Ridge Road. They’re being treated for hypothermia. They’re alive, ma’am, but you need to come downstairs to the emergency unit immediately.”
I don’t remember the elevator ride. I don’t remember breathing. I remember the word two miles echoing inside my skull.
