# Chapter 6: The Long Road to Ogden
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 6 of "Forget You Saw Her free digital audiobook." This chapter is a sleepless, aching drive into the unknown—a mother racing toward a daughter she gave up, a missing girl she barely knows, and a town that may hold either answers or more pain. So take a breath, settle in, and let’s follow Sabina into Ogden, Utah.
Sabina drives thirteen hours toward Ogden, and from the very first mile, the radio becomes her enemy. Every song is either too happy, too sad, too alive with the kind of ordinary joy she cannot touch. She tries an audiobook—*Lean UX*, something practical, something work-related—but the concepts slide away before she can hold them. Her mind is not built for learning right now. It is built for questions. Tangled, endless questions that loop around her heart like snarls of yarn. Had Andrea really run away? Why would a happy seventeen-year-old disappear? If Sabina had not chosen a closed adoption all those years ago, would Andrea still be safe? Where is she now? Is she okay? Will Dennis and Bunny Beaumont even speak to her?
She learned their names only two weeks ago, after a letter arrived asking for her DNA. That letter cracked open a door Sabina had kept shut for years. Now she is driving through rain, wipers slapping back and forth, eyes fixed on the road, and she cannot stop pulling at the same threads. She promised Joel she would stop at a motel when she got tired—Pendleton, maybe. But she never gets tired. Not really. The dashboard clock crawls past 9:00 p.m., then 11:00 p.m., and still she drives, wired as if she has swallowed gallons of coffee. Andrea has been missing for three months. Three months. Every hour Sabina delayed feels like another failure.
She stops only twice: once for gas, once for a bathroom at a lonely wayside station that would have terrified her on any normal night. But this is not a normal night. She books an Airbnb in Ogden from a grimy bathroom stall, choosing the first listing with automatic check-in so she can collapse the moment she arrives. Then she plugs the address into her Maps app and keeps going.
By 5:00 a.m., the sky turns steely gray as she crosses into Utah. The thick trees and blackberry brambles of I-84 give way to sprawling fields and distant mountains. Sabina scans the shoulder of the road as if she might spot a teenage girl with her thumb out, head down, trudging through the dirt. She remembers the first time she saw Andrea’s face. Two weeks ago, she typed *Andrea Beaumont missing person Ogden Utah* into Google. The photo that appeared was a school picture from Andrea’s junior year, that generic blue-and-white marbled background from every cafeteria photoshoot. But it stole Sabina’s breath.
Because if she had passed Andrea in a grocery store, she would have known in her bones: this was her child. The cheeks were sharper now, the head no longer fuzzy and nearly bald, the teeth no longer just teething gums. But the eyes—honey-amber brown with flecks of green—were Sabina’s eyes. The narrow, straight nose was her nose. The dimples in their chins matched. Everything in Sabina wanted to pull the girl to her chest and claim her. *Mine, mine, mine.* But every word in the article beneath the photo reminded her that Andrea was not hers anymore.
The article said Andrea disappeared on her birthday. Authorities suspected she might be a runaway. Her mother, Bunny, found $200 missing from her wallet shortly after realizing Andrea was gone. Andrea left no note. Her father, Dennis, said she had always been headstrong, that she’d had her struggles, but they hoped she was safe and knew she could come home when she was ready. Andrea was described as five-foot-six, with chin-length auburn hair and hazel eyes. She was last seen in a red hoodie and jeans, possibly carrying a black backpack with a blue embroidered butterfly patch on the front. Detective Monte Barker of the Ogden Police Department asked anyone with information to come forward.
Sabina read it all with a stone in her stomach. She tried to convince herself that teenagers ran away every day. She failed.
Then the Maps voice cuts through the memory: “In three miles, take Exit 341 for Ogden.” Sabina’s hands go slick on the steering wheel. She has the sudden urge to roll down the window and scream Andrea’s name into the dawn. Instead, she navigates to her phone contacts. She paid a namelookup service for Bunny and Dennis Beaumont’s numbers, but she has no idea if they are correct. It is far too early for a polite call. Then again, this was never going to be a polite call.
She calls Bunny first. As she exits the highway, a billboard rises beside her: a mother and father surrounded by smiling children beneath the words **FAMILIES ARE FOREVER: VISIT TEMPLE SQUARE.** The irony is almost cruel. Then a hoarse female voice answers, thick with sleep. “Hello?” Sabina nearly drops the phone. Bunny barks again, louder, annoyed. Sabina instantly dislikes the woman—but that bristling feeling brings her voice back.
“Bunny? My name is Sabina,” she says, rushing before Bunny can hang up. “We don’t know each other, but I’m… I’m Andrea’s birth mother. I want to help find her. I’m sorry it’s so early. I just got to Ogden. I know this is… a lot.”
The silence stretches so long that Sabina pulls the phone away to check if the call dropped. She pushes again: “I was hoping we could talk.” Bunny finally says she should ask her husband. Sabina pounces—yes, she wants to talk to him too. She is not here to harass them. She doesn’t blame them. She just wants to know Andrea is okay. Another long silence. Then Bunny says Denny is already at a job site, but she is off today. Sabina thanks her, gushing, even as a brewing distaste for Bunny’s voice clashes with her gratitude. She reminds herself that Bunny probably feels the same about a pushy stranger calling at five in the morning.
“I’ll text you later,” Bunny says brusquely, then hangs up without a goodbye. Sabina slowly lowers the phone, blinking through blurry eyes, praying Bunny will actually text—and not just block her number. The Airbnb is only five minutes away now. Mercifully. As the adrenaline fades, so does the frantic energy that kept her driving all night. She needs sleep. Then she needs to talk to Bunny Beaumont.
Before she puts the car back into drive, Sabina opens the photo saved as her phone wallpaper. Andrea. Bright-eyed and spunky, lips turned up at the corners. Sabina tries, for the hundredth time, to tell herself the girl looks happy. Maybe that smile means she had a good life with the Beaumonts—the life Sabina wanted so desperately to give her. But deep down, Sabina knows that smile doesn’t mean much. Not with a photographer in the background coaxing her to put on a happy face. Every woman Sabina has ever met has learned how to grin while her heart bleeds out into her chest.
## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
This chapter hit me like a quiet storm. There is no explosion, no chase scene, no dramatic confrontation—just a woman driving through the dark with her guilt, fear, and hope sitting beside her like ghosts. The atmosphere is heavy and intimate, and Sabina’s inner monologue is painfully real. The detail of the radio being either too happy or too sad, the billboard about forever families, the school photo she cannot stop staring at—all of it cuts deep. Bunny’s brief, prickly phone call is exactly the kind of awkward, human mess this story needs. It makes the search feel real, not polished. I felt Sabina’s exhaustion, her desperation, and that tiny flicker of hope when Bunny says she is off today. The chapter also raises a haunting question: what does it mean to be a mother when you gave your child away, and now she is missing? I am completely invested.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
I predict that Bunny will text Sabina, but their meeting will be tense, guarded, and emotionally messy. Dennis may be openly hostile or suspicious, especially once he learns Sabina is in Ogden. We may finally see Andrea’s room, or hear more about the days leading up to her disappearance—the missing $200, the black backpack with the butterfly patch, the fights she may have had with her parents. Sabina might discover a clue the police overlooked, or she might realize Bunny is hiding something. Either way, the next chapter should move from the lonely highway into a face-to-face collision between two mothers—one who raised Andrea, and one who never got the chance.
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