CHAPTER TWENTY
Keri sat in the back of the squad car, mostly numb, as it drove her back to her to her apartment. Everything that had happened since she regained consciousness seemed to be part of a dream that she was half participating in, half observing.
She had been shaken awake by another driver who’d come across her smashed, smoking car. Within minutes, a black-and-white arrived and took down everything she could remember: the description of the man and his van, his license plate number, and of course, every minute detail of Evie’s appearance.
When she’d described it all to the officers, she felt like she was underwater. They looked shimmery and indistinct and their voices sounded far away. She knew she should be overwhelmed by desperation at her daughter being ripped away from her
