SHE THOUGHT HER DAUGHTER JUST HAD A STOMACH ACHE AFTER A WEEKEND AT HER STEPFATHER’S HOUSE, BUT WHEN THE DOCTOR SAW THE ULTRASOUND SCREEN, SHE DIDN’T WRITE A PRESCRIPTION—SHE SILENTLY SIGNALED THE NURSE TO LOCK THE DOORS AND CALL THE POLICE IMMEDIATELY, UNCOVERING A NIGHTMARE HIDDEN IN THE SUBURBS.
PART 1: THE SILENT ALARM The fluorescent lights of the pediatric clinic in downtown Chicago hummed with a sound that usually went unnoticed, but today, to Laura Carter, it sounded like a scream. The air smelled of rubbing alcohol and peppermint—a scent meant to be soothing but currently nauseating. Laura sat on the edge of…