My 15-year-old daughter kept complaining about nausea and severe stomach pain. My husband brushed it off and said, “she’s just faking it. Don’t waste time or money.” So I secretly took her to the hospital myself. The doctor stared at the scan and whispered, “there’s something inside her…” All I could do was scream.

My daughter was still a child.

She barely dated.

Most of her time was spent either at home or with the same small group of friends I had known for years.

How had I missed every warning sign?

Then a terrible thought began creeping into my mind.

Megan’s comment about Maya being safe refused to leave me alone..…continue reading…