My Daughter Disappeared Ten Years Ago—Then I Woke to a Pool Full of Rubber Ducks and a Note That Made Me Scream

the malicious note on the rubber duck made the old dread claw its way back to the surface.

Police followed us to the address that morning.

Roger drove. I sat beside him holding the note.

The address was not a house.

It was Emma’s old elementary school.

Mrs. Whitaker, Emma’s former principal, waited at the side entrance with a ring of keys.

Her hair was continue reading …