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.

accept it.

Mark accepted it too quickly.

He sold the boat, avoided the lake, and packed away Sophie’s fishing vest, but kept his red tackle box.

Then he moved it into our bedroom closet.

One night, I found him sitting on the closet floor with the box in his lap.

“Mark?”

He winced.

I refused to accept it.

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