As Zoey navigated this treacherous landscape, she began to realize that she was not alone. There were others who had walked this path, others who had watched their loved ones disappear into the darkness. She found solace in their stories, and slowly but surely, she began to find her own voice.

Zoey Andrews had always known her mom, Karen, as a vibrant and lively person. With her curly blonde hair and infectious laughter, Karen was the kind of mom who made school gatherings and PTA meetings feel like parties. But on this particular evening, something was different.