My son-in-law forgot his mobile phone at my house… then a message arrived from his mother: ‘Come now, Janet’…

The phone buzzed while I was standing at the stove, wiping up spilled soup. I wasn’t planning to look. I told myself I wouldn’t. But it vibrated again—sharp, insistent—and before I could stop myself, my eyes dropped to the glowing screen.

“Come now. Emily tried to escape again.”

For a moment, the world went completely still.

My hand froze around the dishcloth. The soft hum of the stove filled the silence. The clock above the sink ticked steadily, like nothing had changed. Outside, a lawn mower droned somewhere down the street.

But inside me—everything stopped.

Emily.

That was my daughter’s name.

The same daughter they told me had died five years ago.

I stared at the message, unable to breathe. I read it again. And again. As if repeating it would make it turn into something else.

“Emily tried to escape again.”

Again.

Not once. Again.

My knees weakened. I grabbed the edge of the counter to steady myself. The cloth slipped from my hand and fell into the sink. A cold wave crept through my chest, spreading down my arms.

Ryan had left only minutes earlier.