I found a little girl living behind my daughter’s closet wall. When she looked at me with my exact birthmark and called me ‘Daddy,’ my wife collapsed in terror.

A police detective approached us. Her name was Ortiz. She said officers had reached the house. Vanessa and Preston were there, but Anna had not been found.

“Preston claims June was staying with family by agreement,” she said. “We’re checking that.”

“She was inside a wall.”

“I know.”

My mother’s phone rang.

An unknown number.

She answered and put it on speaker.

For a moment, all I heard was breathing.

Then Anna whispered, “Ruth? Did you get her?”

“She’s safe,” my mother said.

Anna began to cry.

A man spoke in the background. Anna gasped, and the call ended.