Raphael
What had started out as a happy family Christmas outing had devolved into a nightmare. Three police cruisers were now parked in the church parking lot, and vehicles were being checked before they were allowed to leave, but so many families had already left the church parking lot before the police arrived on the scene.
An amber alert had already been issued.
The officers helped us search the church property again, combing through every building, bush, and remaining vehicle, shouting her name all the while.
“Do you have any idea who might have taken your daughter, Ms. Segretto?” the Detective Shortsleeve asked.
Beth looked terrified and shell-shocked. Her teeth were chattering, from nerves, not the cold. “Um,” she looked up at me, her eyes wide and shimmering with tears. “M-my
