The night it happened, it seemed like an impossible nightmare. There was no name on the note. No hint of identity or reason or anything. A single word, on the notes line: “She." Just those three letters.
The next day, I received another note. It too contained a single word: "belongs."
A third note, the next day. This time, two words. Four letters. "To me."
Ten million dollars, or our daughter would die.
And then, there was a knock on my door. A sleek black limousine sat on the curb i...
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