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.

”

“Is your husband home?”

“No.”

“Are you safe?”

I looked at Sophie’s scarf. “No. Not in any way that matters.”

When I hung up, I called Denise.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Dani?”

“Come over.”

“What happened?”

“Mark lied.” I stared at the wristband. “Sophie might still be alive.”

***

The police arrived first. Denise came in right behind them.

One officer crouched continue reading …