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.

” he whispered.

I slapped my hand against the wall to keep myself upright.

“You didn’t lose our daughter,” I said. “You took her from me.”

Mark cried, but this time, it didn’t touch me.

“She was hurt,” he said. “She fell near the cabin trail.”

“You took her from me.”

“What cabin?”

“My dad’s old fishing cabin. Sophie and I were fixing it up for you.”

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