The house was quiet, and that was the problem. When the house was quiet, my mind went to places it shouldn't go. My wife, Elena, was away on a three -day business trip, leaving me alone in this big, empty space. Although, not entirely alone.

I sat in my home office, the glow of my laptop screen the only light in the room. On the screen, a video was playing. I had searched for that video for an hour just to find her-the actress. She had the same petite frame, the same long blonde hair, and the same wide, innocent eyes as Angel my nineteen-year-old stepdaughter.