The phone rang, and their world split open. For 62 days, Raisa’s name had been a whispered prayer, a plea thrown into the dark. Then, suddenly, she was alive. No explanation. No story. Just a voice saying she’d been found. Relief crashed into dread as questions multiplied. What happened out there? Who kept her silent? Why does her mother flinch when Raisa says the word “remem… Continues…