It was a quiet night in Connecticut, broken only by the whoosh of cars on I-95. Claire Dawson sat alone in her living room, clutching a cup of tea that had gone cold. Her husband, Michael, had said he’d be home by seven after a late meeting, but midnight came with no sign of him. Ten unanswered calls later, her worry had turned to dread.
At 2 a.m., the phone finally rang. Claire froze, heart pounding, torn between relief and fear as she reached to pick it up.