My daughter vanished after a fishing trip with her father—one year later, what I discovered inside his tackle box made me go completely still.

haven’t found her.”

***

For weeks, we searched.

Denise made calls when I couldn’t speak and sat beside me while I circled places on a map.

“Dani,” she said one night. “You need to sleep.”

“I’ll sleep when they find my baby.”

She didn’t answer.

Eventually, police called it an accident: wet rocks, fast water.

“I’ll sleep when they find my baby.”

I refused to continue reading …