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What kind of mother stays on vacation while her child fights for her life?!

Megan used to be my best friend. We met when our kids, Alex and Hannah, became best friends in kindergarten. They were always together — laughing, playing, drawing, even calling each other “best buddy.” Megan and I also became close. We did everything together, and I thought she was like a sister to me. But as years passed, Megan changed. She started caring more about traveling and dating new men than being a mom. I was the one picking up Hannah from school or feeding her dinner when Megan forgot. Still, I made excuses for her. I told myself she was just tired or going through something. One summer, Megan told me she was going to Bali for two weeks and asked if Hannah could stay with me and Alex. I said yes right away. I loved Hannah like my own child. The first three days were perfect. The kids played, watched movies, and filled the house with laughter. But on the fourth day, things changed. Hannah didn’t come down for breakfast. Her door was locked — something she never did before. I knocked softly. “Hannah, sweetie, are you okay?” No answer. I tried again, louder. Still nothing. My heart started racing. I called my neighbor, who used to be a firefighter. He came running and kicked the door open. Hannah was lying on the floor. Her skin was pale. An empty pill bottle was beside her. I screamed her name, shaking her shoulders. She didn’t move. Alex started crying while I called 911. The ambulance came fast. At the hospital, the doctor said they were able to save her just in time. I called Megan right away, but instead of being scared, she sounded angry. “I can’t just fly home,” she said. “Do you know how much money I spent on this trip? She’s doing this for attention.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Her daughter almost died, and she cared more about her vacation. Two days later, Hannah woke up. I sat beside her, holding her hand. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and whispered, “Mom said I ruined her life… that’s why I did it. I just wanted her to love me again.” My heart broke. I knew I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. I saved all the messages, photos, and proof of Megan’s neglect. Then I called Child Protective Services and told them everything. After two months, Megan lost custody. Hannah went to live with Megan’s sister in Oregon. I thought everything was finally over. But I was wrong. Last week, I found something taped to my front door — an old photo of Alex and Hannah at the park. Under it, written in red marker, were the words: “You took my daughter. I’ll take your son.” I called the police right away, but they couldn’t find her. They said it might just be a threat. I wasn’t so sure. I installed cameras, changed the locks, and kept Alex home from school for a few days. Last night, I went to check on Alex before bed. His room was empty. The window was open. On his pillow sat Hannah’s old stuffed bunny.