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At 4:07 a.m., my phone buzzed once. A location pin. Two words from my son-in-law: “Take them.” The rain was coming down hard as I sped through empty streets, my headlights cutting through the dark like knives. When I reached the abandoned gas station off Route 19, my heart stopped. My daughter, Rachel, was curled on the concrete near the pumps. Her body was twisted at an unnatural angle, clothes soaked through, lips blue from cold. She was barely conscious—but her arms were wrapped tight around