Sch’dy Abduction Conjures Memory of Worst Family Nightmare
I'll never forget when I was maybe 12 or 13-years-old, I witnessed the look of sheer panic, grief and terror as tears rolled down the faces of my father and mother. "What's going on," I asked. "Your sister is missing," my father said as he frantically paced back and forth in between phone calls to the police station. My siste...