By the time Kendall “Kenny” Seymour landed in Croatia, his children were no longer “missing” — they were wards of a system that didn’t know him and didn’t trust the paperwork he carried. He walked into a children’s home that looked peaceful from the outside, then realized the bars weren’t on the windows, they were on his life. His kids were safe, warm, fed, but they were not his to take home. Not yet.
Behind it all was Elleshia: a mother convinced the world was collapsing, who’d left an unlocked apartment, a shredded trail of plans, and four American passports stamped far from Utah. Now she sits in a Croatian cell, facing accusations of violating her children’s rights, while U.S. prosecutors weigh extradition. Kenny visits once a day, memorizing every hug, every goodbye, repeating the same promise: this isn’t a documentary. This ends with you coming home.