The last communication from Nancy Guthrie wasn’t a call or a text, but the quiet end of a digital heartbeat. When her Apple Watch stopped receiving signals from her pacemaker at 2 a.m., it unknowingly captured the moment her life veered into darkness. Hours later, her absence from church, the place she faithfully occupied each week, became the first public sign of a private nightmare. Inside her Tucson-area home, investigators found blood and evidence of a struggle, shattering any hope that she had simply wandered off.
Authorities now believe Nancy was taken by someone who knew her, someone familiar with her routines and the layout of her house. For her granddaughter, journalist Savannah Guthrie, each update is both a news item and a wound. As investigators withhold details and pursue leads, the family clings to a single fragile hope: that Nancy is still alive, waiting to be found.
