Every Year He Planted Sunflowers for His Twin Sister—Until One Morning, One Flower Held a Small White Box

she explained. He’d claimed he needed it for a flyer advertising a local sunflower festival.

“He said his name was Vince.”

Vince. His face flashed instantly through my mind. Vince would have known every detail about the accident — he’d been seventeen when Lily disappeared, old enough to overhear the adults talking, old enough to remember exactly what continue reading …