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.

torturing yourself,” he said one night.

“She’s my daughter.”

“She’s gone.”

I looked up slowly. “Don’t say that.”

“You have to let her rest.”

“You’re torturing yourself.”

“She isn’t resting until I know where she is.”

He looked away.

I should have seen it then.

***

Last Tuesday was exactly one year since Sophie disappeared.

I woke up angry.

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