We both say she’s our daughter. But one of us is lying …

My little girl Lola is my whole world. Three years old and so beautiful – all golden curls and dimpled cheeks. But on our way home from holiday she was stolen, whisked away in the blink of an eye.

I can’t breathe without Lola. I don’t know how to get her back. The woman who has my daughter is on the run. And she has no intention of bringing Lola home. Because she says she’s her mother. But that’s impossible, because I’m Lola’s mother.

Though really, I should have known my secrets would come back to haunt me. That this day was always going to come …