The hospital’s reception desk faces two elevators—if anyone passed through, they would have been seen.
But neither Harold nor the nurse saw anyone, except for Priscilla, who had gone downstairs earlier.
We searched everywhere inside and outside the hospital but couldn’t find a trace of our daughter.
We checked the emergency stairwells up and down—still… no sign.
‘My six-year-old daughter just vanished without a trace!’
When Priscilla returned with a bag of food, she broke down crying in despair.
I forced myself to stay calm. ‘If we don’t find Niah soon, she might end up like in my past life—suffering and broken!’
With that thought, I immediately called the cops.
When the officers arrived, they reviewed all the hospital’s security footage but found no suspicious activity.
I pleaded with them to check the several cameras outside the hospital as well, but still, there was nothing.
At dawn, the officers comforted us and told us to wait patiently.
Just like that, they left the hospital.
My in-laws and I had other choice but to return home in a daze.
Priscilla was the one who called Tyson in tears to tell him our daughter was missing.
Tyson flew back that afternoon from Illinois.