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

Not all at once.

Little by little.

The pond had swallowed them first.

Roger walked to a metal cabinet near the back wall and opened it.

Inside, resting on the top shelf, was Emma’s butterfly field guide.

Dog-eared.

Mud-stained.

The spine taped.

A faded yellow flower pressed beneath the cracked plastic cover.

I had not seen it since the day she vanished.

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