"I don't have to put up with this. I'm outta here!" Amber* stomped to her room in the lower level of our home.

I don't remember what the issue was, but I do remember my stepdaughter had seemed unsettled since her 18th birthday two weeks earlier.

"Everything's the same," she'd moaned on her special day. She'd expected to magically be an adult and was bewildered that nothing in her life had changed.

Well now she made changes in a hurry. We discovered that she'd left the house and we couldn't find where she'd gone. Though she still had half a year left in high school, she had run away to a life w...