One day, Anne returned home to find her five-year-old daughter and husband had vanished without a trace. Every sign they’d ever existed was gone. But one tiny AirTag on a keychain revealed a terrifying destination: the airport. Was he running away, or was something far more sinister unfolding?
My name is Anne, and I’m 38 years old. For the past year, I’ve been living in what I can only describe as my own personal nightmare.