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Okay, let's get into today's story. On August 23rd, 1995, 31 year old Donna Winger stepped out of the air-conditioned baggage

claim exit of the St. Louis Airport to look for the van that would take her back to her home

in Springfield, Illinois.

Next to Donna was a cart carrying all of her luggage, slung over her forearm was the carrying

handle of a child's car seat, and sleeping inside of it was Donna's three-month-old daughter Bailey.

The 88 degree afternoon was warm, even for August, but not nearly as hot as it had just

been in Florida where Donna and Bailey had just spent the last few days visiting with Donna's dad, mom, stepdad, and two sisters.

Now tanned and rested from her vacation, Donna couldn't wait to get home to tell her husband Mark about the trip.

Feeling very tired, Donna suddenly felt totally relieved that her mother and stepfather

had hired a private driver to take her and her daughter the rest of the way home.

It was about a two hour drive from the airport to her single story house just outside of the city,

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