The night Abigail Reed returned home earlier than expected should have been simple, comforting, and warm, the kind of evening that welcomed her back into the rhythm of family life after days spent in hotel rooms and conference halls. Her flight from Denver had been canceled and rebooked to an earlier one, which felt like a small stroke of luck, because she imagined surprising her eight year old daughter Sophie and sharing a quiet dinner with her husband Evan before everyone settled into ordinary routines again.
Instead, when she pulled into her sister Natalie’s driveway in Cedar Valley, a peaceful suburban town lined with maple trees and tidy lawns, she was greeted by the glow of colorful balloons tied to the porch railing and the sound of laughter spilling out through the open windows. Natalie’s house was alive with celebration, because it was her daughter’s birthday, and neighbors, friends, and relatives crowded inside with paper plates in their hands and music drifting from a small speaker on the kitchen counter.