In a rundown apartment, the man wore a black cap pulled low, his muscular arms covered in tattoos. "Remember what to say?" he asked. "Yes," I nodded. My life hung by a thread. The call connected. "I have your daughter Olivia..." "Dad..." Click. As soon as he heard my name, he hung up. The man called again. "I don't have money, just take the girl." The next call, my dad's phone was turned off. Everyone in the room stared at me. "Boss, what do we do now?" they all looked to him. I later learned his name was Ethan Cole. Ethan looked at me, put out his cigarette, and said in a hoarse voice, "Throw her in the sea."