I wished my daughter would disappear, and now someone has taken her.

I whisper her name, then shout it. People stop and stare. I feel breathless. Life resumes its normal pace. I start running, filled with despair, searching for any trace of the child or the person who took her.

I see a woman carrying a child, feeling anger, then relief, then shame when I realize it's not her. I apologize and keep running, searching, shouting her name even though she's too young to respond. People stare, but I don't care. I must find her; I need her. I love her. She is mine, and I am hers. I will do anything for her.

Twenty years after a child was abducted from her stroller, a woman is murdered in a nursing home. The two crimes are linked somehow. The girl who always considered herself a "good bad girl" might hold the key to the truth. Sometimes bad things happen to good people, forcing them to do bad things.