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.

and I couldn’t stand it anymore. Mark’s shirts still hung in the closet. Sophie’s cereal box still sat in the pantry.

I should have seen it then.

And that red tackle box sat on the floor like something sacred.

Denise called while I was pulling donation bags from the hall closet.

“Want me to come over?”

“If I don’t do something, I’m going to scream.”

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