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.

Danielle.”

“It’s dirty. Let me wipe it down.”

“No.”

His voice snapped so hard I stepped back.

“It still smells like her sunscreen, Dani.”

Then he cried. I wanted to be angry. Instead, I felt sorry for him.

“Let me wipe it down.”

***

I called the detective monthly and kept a binder with every update, map, and volunteer’s name.

Mark hated that binder.

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