My 16-Year-Old Daughter Spent Every Friday Night at Her Best Friend’s House – Until I Called Her Mom and She Said, ‘Your Daughter Hasn’t Been Here in Weeks’

Frances shouted something through the window.

Maddie laughed.

Her dad’s laugh.

“My girls came.”

I listened for a second.

She caught me staring.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Come on.”

Maddie tossed the bag into the back seat.

This time, I knew exactly where it had been.

She caught me staring.