Being a single parent is a constant balancing act, but raising a teenager on the brink of adulthood? That’s a whole different storm. One hectic morning, already late for work, I grabbed what I thought was my purse and ran out the door. But in the car, something felt wrong—the weight, the scent, the silence. I opened it to find a different world inside—Allison’s world—and what I saw made my blood run cold.
There, beside lip gloss and school notes, was a hotel room key… and a fake ID bearing her face. My heart pounded. I imagined the worst—drugs, danger, someone hurting her. Without thinking, I sped to the hotel, fear gripping my throat. I begged the clerk for answers, my voice shaking, and when I finally opened that door, I braced for disaster.
