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

bark at a squirrel.

This was frantic.

I was already awake.

I always was on that date.

The tenth anniversary of Emma’s disappearance had sat with me all night while Roger slept in the guest room down the hall.

We still shared a house.

The same last name.

Not much else.

Some mornings, we passed in the kitchen like tenants. He poured continue reading …