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

It had been their ritual every weekend.

Ducks for Roger. Butterflies for Emma.

She carried her butterfly field guide everywhere, even to feed ducks, because she never knew when something with wings might appear.

That morning, she had stopped on our porch steps because a white butterfly landed on the railing.

“We have to wait,” she told Roger. “It’s deciding.continue reading …