My Detective Dad Didn't Believe I Was Kidnapped Until He Dug Up My Bones

The night I was kidnapped, I made one last phone call to my dad, police captain Marcus Harper. "Dad, save me!"

"Grace, even your jealous tantrums should have better timing."

On the other end of the line, he was celebrating his adopted daughter's birthday. His voice dripped with impatience.

"Today is Annie's eighteenth birthday. Pushing her down the stairs wasn't enough for you? Now you have to lie and make a scene too?"

I cried and told him I hadn't done it. All I got in return was a dismissive chuckle.

"Grace, either come home right now and apologize to Annie, or don't ever come back."