My Pregnant Daughter Was Found at a Freezing Bus Stop—Her Husband Had No Idea What I Used to Do for a Living

Across from me, a man waiting for news about his father asked whether I wanted his unopened bottle of water.

I accepted it.

At ten fifteen, two local police officers came through the lobby doors carrying an incident report.

The older one checked a page, looked toward me, and said Hannah’s married name.

I stood up.

“I’m her mother.”

“Officer Miller,” he said, touching the edge of his badge.

“We need to clarify a few things.”