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

Sitting in the car until dark.

Coming home with mud on my shoes and nothing to say.

Roger had not hidden Emma from me.

I had been looking only where she disappeared.

I pointed toward the note in the officer’s hand.

“Why the ducks?”

Roger rubbed one thumb along the cabinet door.

“The first one was from a pharmacy.”

“When?”

“A few weeks after we stopped searching.continue reading …