My 16-year-old daughter stayed up all night sewing a dress for her classmate

Annie at school. They laughed at her, filmed her, dumped out her belongings, and mocked her mother for cleaning offices. I was devastated. Then Annie told me Lily had said something frightening after the concert. I ran upstairs—and found Lily’s bed empty, her window open, and her duffel bag gone.

Annie knew where she had gone: the train station. We continue reading …