Page 3 — “We Found Her.” Then They Said The Part I’ll Never Forget.
When I got to my mother’s house, cruisers were already outside.
Neighbors stood on porches watching like it was entertainment.
A detective met me in the driveway.
Officers were searching streets, yards, and the treeline.
An alert was issued.
Time became something vicious.
Every minute felt like proof I’d failed her.
Then, around 9:47 p.m., the detective walked up to my car window.
Her face changed before she spoke.
“Megan. We found her.”
