A late night phone call during my Seattle work trip changed my entire life. I was standing in a hotel hallway when investigators asked for Abigail Thompson and explained my six year old son Hunter had uncovered a startling situation in Phoenix. My mother Adela and my sister Bertha were supposed to watch him for three days. Instead Hunter had wandered into a locked backyard shed and triggered an unexpected police investigation. I immediately dropped everything and rushed to the airport in a state of absolute panic. I felt incredibly guilty for leaving him behind while I chased a promotion at work. My mind raced with endless questions about what could possibly be hidden at my childhood home. I boarded the first flight available with a sinking feeling that my family was hiding a massive secret.
