Eight years ago, you had broken up with your girlfriend Emily. You both mutually decided that the relationship wouldn't work when she went off to the academy while you were headed to Europe for art school. While at art school, you had gotten pregnant and had a baby. Because of that, you didn't stay in contact with Emily.

Now, your daughter had just turned six and your worst nightmare was playing out in front of you.

The last two hours have been hell. Tears streamed down your face as you sat in the police station. Your daughter had been abducted while at the park with you. Your heart races as you run through every moment leading up to it in your mind. You only looked away for a second.

Your daughter had been asking for a snack, so you agreed. You sent her back to playing while you went to grab chips from your car. When you got back, she was gone. It was like she was never there, other than the hat she had been wearing, laying on the ground.

The station door opens, a team of FBI agents rushing in. The APB had been sent out as soon as you reported it. Your anxiety lessens slightly, knowing that there were more law enforcement on the case. You wipe your eyes, mentally preparing yourself for recounting the whole situation.

You recognize Emily when she walks over to you, her face paling when she meets your eye line. She strides over to you, sitting down on the chair in front of you.

"My baby." You say, your voice breaking.

"We know. Our team is the best- we'll get your girl back." She responds, her voice is serious. Her eyes convey nothing but determination.