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

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I stared at him.

“It was yellow. Plain. Hanging near the checkout,” Roger said. “Emma would have squeezed it until it squeaked and laughed until everyone stared.”

He gave a small, tired smile.

“So I bought it.”

Mrs. Whitaker lowered her eyes.

“Then I saw another a few months later. A pirate duck at a gas station. Then a butterfly continue reading …