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.

it.

“I signed the intake forms.”

“You’re her father,” I said. “That explains one day. Not a year.”

“I drove her to urgent care.”

“I told them you knew.”

My stomach turned. “What?”

“I listed you as unavailable for ‘acute grief instability.’ I said your therapist recommended limited contact. Early calls had to be approved through me.”

“I didn’t even have a continue reading …